Eve - Hey Y'all lyrics

Yea Yea, Evie Eve

And you know, you better know

I keep some chuck's on my feet khakis on my legs

Trunk full of funk nigga while im breaking bread

Sliding through your system banging, bobbing heads

Doing mines and I don't care what other niggaz saying

They can pop it, but they can't stop it, boy I'm getting mine

Selling clothes up in this bitch like Calvin Klein

Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same time

I'd be damned If I go back to jail for the same crime

I'm to slick to get caught up in this dirty game

I'm a scollar that make dollaz off the birdy game

Crip hoping I got it popping on the Blvd.

Man I ain't fucking with chevy's I got my own car

D-O Double you don't wanna rumble, why you testing me

Oh I know, you must be gone off them extacy

Bad habits you better kick it before it get you loc

And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic smoke

Fo' sho!!

Hey Y'all, doggs from East to West Coast

All my doggs we could smoke, we 'bout to take some bank roll

Everywhere that I go, man I see the same hoes

I know they already know, yea we like it real raw

Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg

(uh-huh)These niggas got you head nodding

And this chick got the drums from your ears throbbing

Known to do it, baby bubblin do 'chu dare stop it

Love when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps

ain't nothing to me, Got my nigga Snoop he been down

As for my nigga Nate, shit he was in town

created heat so you can bang it, crank it nice and loud

Can't block me out I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon your tv

Ain't never stuck up off the freezyness

Same bitch, same pitch nothing rediculous

Want this brown girl I see you thug lick your lips

Gotta have that bombshell, damn girl I need you for me

Keep love on the both sides, we in the church

On these niggas getting smoke ties, dominoe playing

Up here praying that they legalize, but fuck it still choke top down

Baby blowing smoke in the sky, come on

Now when you see me acting up in the club (it ain't nothin)

Uh six fall up on dub's (it ain't nothin)

Huh breaking up blueberry buds (it ain't nothing)

And every hood showing nothing but love (it ain't nothing)

Taste buds ain't the same, for the simple brain

Should of never let me learn what millions really mean

Yea I'm a simple girl, but really don't want simple things

Keep real doggs close, hate cats with simple brains

Not ready for the collision, stay up in your lane

East coast, West coast, you still don't fuckin think

Dedicate to you baby, keep your gangsta lean

You gots to be my queen, cause I'm the Bigg king

The one with the Bigg house with the Bigg things

Sista Eve, you blessed the whole scene

You're the queen of the team, with cream, you're so supreme

A blessin in the skies, open up your eyes

Me and you together shit, we gone collect the vibes

Exercise, and go where we wanna go, stay fly

Sho' and original, turn up your stereo

Cause here we go, here we go

It ain't nothing