Lil Scrappy Oh Yeah Ft. Sean Paul & E-40 Lyrics

(Chorus)

Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my tires
knot in my pocket better believe 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
I'm a get money n____ I grind like hell
when I'm short on my cheese I'm a crank up the scale
Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I'm a crank up the scale
Oh yeah (Oh yeah) I'm a crank up the scale

Lil scrappy (verse 1)

I aint never goin broke no mo'
As long as my folk keep runners of that blow
they sell it on out then thay bring they back mo'
and ere'body askin what I got that work fo' (got what?!)
got diamonds in my shades the Cardier frames
tThey look up at my face and tell its woodgrain
And the Ho's be amazed they be like OH!
They can see it from the bar see the way it glows
Yeah! them things twinkle in the light bright
I don't know I just twinkle in the lime light
Got a chevy same color as a can of sprite
Sippin on on that X O got me feelin right
I been livin my whole life pimpin
Never catch me slippin f___in wit ya'll women
Scrapp be chillen I stay on my grind
It's a hard life we livin I stay wit my nine

(Chorus)

Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my tires
knot in my pocket better believe 3 grand
diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
im a get money n____ i grind like hell
when I'm short on my cheese I'm a crank up the scale
oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale
oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale

Sean Paul (verse 2)

aint gotta hit these streets no mo'
crisp 15 ten 24 show
notice i aint never Fo' times e'ery week
20 time fo' every week get G's
party game shades with the gator cut wood
Prada footwear d___ yall n____ do it
pimpin in Atlanta now they callin me in Europe

everyday i hustle diamonds up against the wood
Dope boy fresh dressed in red monkey clothes
gotta stay fresh for u red moneky Ho's
26 inches sittin tall like WHOA
im a need a camera man im a god d___ show
shower cap and all b____ you already know
f___ around with dopers squeeze the money out a Ho
im a get money n____ yeah i grind like hell
rubberband around my money like a God d___ playa

(Chorus)

Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my tires
knot in my pocket better believe 3 grand
diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
im a get money n____ i grind like hell
when i show em the G's im a crank up the scale
oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale
oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale

E-40 (verse 3)

(slugged out grill) they say hustle that dat boy
(worth a few mill) he sittin at the bar
(tearin up hundred dollar bills) thats his car parked by the front Do
(on them big wheels) he aint never been a punk
Bugga suga plusha f___ a state trooper
im livin for the moment i aint livin for the future
my dudes will bring it to ya bring the noise like a Tuba
crack ya peanut shell run up on ya with the Ruger
smoke herb like a hippie drink like a pirate
wrist real crisp haters dont like it
Jack ya for ya tray got to get my chips
manipulate ya broad put ya chick on Craig List
Traffic om in and out yall work when its a drought
dont take the main street take the under route
sucka use yo head u heard what i said
im gettin carpal tunnel while im countin all this bread

(Chorus)

Got Cardier frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my tires
knot in my pocket better believe 3 grand
diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my hand
im a get money n____ i grind like hell
when i show em the G's im a crank up the scale
oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale
oh yeah (oh yeah) im a crank up the scale