Mr. 17.5

DJ Drop/Young Jeezy, Jeezy  Buy


Year:
2010
31 Views

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com

(Ay, ay, ay, ay)

New shoes on the range rover, good one man (vroom)
Motherfuckers acting like I ain't supposed to shine
I ain't the one, definitely not the two (nope)
One in the chamber when we aiming at you
The young Bob Barker, the price is right
If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight
Put the fish scale on the scale
If Roy went postal, all he do is check mail (ha ha)
Low key, under the radar
Triple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth
No currency machine, I could count it myself
Almost done, another quarter million in ones
Thunder storm in the body-tap, look what I've done
Chump change, I make it rain for fun (whats up)

Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots

I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how)
I reminisce like Mary J
Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay
100 percent served, Snowman's word
You can play my thug and my clientele (why)
I'm addicted to that new car smell
White cookies in a plastic bag
New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag
Whole life flash right before your eyes
See the state troopers and get butterflies
Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches
A minute 14 and Rolex watches
Somewhere in the back of my secret deranged brain
I get a rush when I tote that 'cane
Get money, Nigga f*ck them haters
All we fear is the discovery and inditement papers (whats up)

Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots

I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two
200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team
Right to your front door, operation so sweet
I like little dude who keeps his money so neat
But I still bury a nigga
Put The Mask on, Jim Carey a nigga (Blaou)
Swede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin' awkward
Careful with the sweets, don't burn my seats
You could live your whole life and not come close
Guess that's why these rap niggas take notes
Recite my adlibs, borrow my quotes
Make me I hop a nigga, serve them with the toast
Next, they be dressing like me
But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (whats up)

Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots
Snow man, get cha' hands up high
It's ya' boy, Mr. 17-5
I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

Written by: DON CANNON, JAY JENKINS, LEON WARE

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

Discuss the Mr. 17.5 Lyrics with the community:

Citation

Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:

Style:MLAChicagoAPA

"Mr. 17.5 Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2020. Web. 27 Jan. 2020. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/21312176/DJ+Drop-Young+Jeezy>.

Missing lyrics by DJ Drop/Young Jeezy?

Know any other songs by DJ Drop/Young Jeezy? Don't keep it to yourself!

Watch the song video

Mr. 17.5

1.9M
11,552     767

Free, no signup required:

Add to Chrome

Get instant explanation for any lyrics that hits you anywhere on the web!

Free, no signup required:

Add to Firefox

Get instant explanation for any acronym or abbreviation that hits you anywhere on the web!

DJ Drop/Young Jeezy tracks

On Radio Right Now

Loading...

Powered by OnRad.io


Think you know music? Test your MusicIQ here!