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Track cover Yeah Yeah

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Uh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

You should get up on this wagon like.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah this heat is for the streets. See me grinding up on this beat.

You should get up on this wagon like.

Or you gon' get left behind, y'all.

Feel it coming, it's rumbling, hear the thunder, y'all. I'm only gonna tell you one time. We ain't playing with it.

Do or die, one time. Yeah, the heat is for the streets. See me grinding up on this beat like.

Pop the champagne, this is a celebration. We dominating, the hating, we segregating.

Uh, we some young bosses, bring your suit.

They say the game wide open, so I gotta shoot. It's a bumpy road to them big bucks.

But I'm driving to the money like a Brinks truck. I'm from the jungle, my. . . and I'm an ape in this.

You witnessing -greatness, start taping this. -Put it on for my city.

Young guns from my city. Kindle boys running this, bosses in my committee.

Dropped a hundred on a tour bus, hundred hoods what we really is.

Kindle is the movement, my movement is this, the difference is. I do it for my. . . in the trap. I do it for my. . .

that he never coming back. I do it for the act. I do it for every. . .

ever tried to do it every day and then I do it after that.

I do it for the Kindle, put it all on my back. Make a. . . with a penny, now my mom be a cat.

If you think about beefing up, we can all be at that.

What you saying, please, you all should have known the facts. That's that.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah this heat is for the streets. See me grinding up on this beat.

You should get up on this wagon like.

Or you gon' get left behind, yall.

Feel it coming, it's rumbling, hear the thunder, y'all. I'm only gonna tell you one time. We ain't playing with it.

Do or die, one time. Yeah, the heat is for the streets. See me grinding up on this beat like.

Uh, uh, uh. Al Pacino, I'm fresh like some suit creps. Hopping out a coupe with two

TECs in blue sweats. Akron to Cleveland, it's only a few left.

To hustle and mack. . . like Hugh Hef and move meth.

If I two-step in the club, you better move left. With gats in the face of the Lex, better have on two vests.

You next, I blow down in a blue Lex. Pumping out a duplex, out of lockdown, two checks.

Drop the beat, run this. . . for the certified.

Where the real. . . at then worldwide.

One time, in them handcuffs. From 55th to Superior Hill, stand tough.

Got a record deal with a couple bands on it.

I'll make that Hammer block and put your hands on it. Loud in my swisher, put that remedy. . . mute. They call me C. J.

, and free my -homie Johnny Too. -Yeah, yeah.

Yeah this heat is for the streets. See me grinding up on this beat. You should get up on this wagon like.

Or you gon' get left behind, y'all.

Feel it coming, it's rumbling, hear the thunder, y'all. I'm only gonna tell you one time. We ain't playing with it.

Do or die, one time. Yeah, the heat is for the streets.

See me grinding up on this beat -like. -Money.

KK, what's popping? Shout out to the Valley, you know I'm still rocking. St.

Clair, I got them. . . they hating. Lame. . .

got it all, still mad at me 'cause I'm playing. Screen paid for chasing. Flyer than a jet, oh yes, came to disrespect.

Yeah, I'm at your neck, 'bout my check. I'ma need my bread.

Riding my Caprice with a freak. Look just like Alicia, she say that she love me.

'Cause I'm from the -streets. -Guess who's back in the. . . house.

Know what I'm 'bout. Pack the pack, stack the stack. Pow for pow, ounce for ounce.

They tried to count us out. We survived that drought. Now they gotta count us in.

All my city do is win. Money make the world turn. Girl, I make something spin.

Like the. . . and I'ma hit, then turn around and. . . your friend.

Proddy, who you came with? Got no time for lameness.

Twisting up my banga, champagne music on that gang. . . Baby girl, you know Ray. I only sip Rosé. If you killa, we can role play. You

Nicole and I be OJ. Okay, everybody go cray. C-Off in the O-H.

Round here they call me OG, 'cause I kick open the doorway.

Okay, okay, okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Yeah, yeah.

English translation

Uh.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

You should get up on this wagon like.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah this heat is for the streets. See me grinding up on this beat.

You should get up on this wagon like.

Or you gon' get left behind, y'all.

Feel it coming, it's rumbling, hear the thunder, y'all. I'm only gonna tell you one time. We ain't playing with it.

Do or die, one time. Yeah, the heat is for the streets. See me grinding up on this beat like.

Pop the champagne, this is a celebration. We dominating, the hating, we segregating.

Uh, we some young bosses, bring your suit.

They say the game wide open, so I gotta shoot. It's a bumpy road to them big bucks.

But I'm driving to the money like a Brinks truck. I'm from the jungle, my. . . and I'm an ape in this.

You witnessing -greatness, start taping this. -Put it on for my city.

Young guns from my city. Kindle boys running this, bosses in my committee.

Dropped a hundred on a tour bus, hundred hoods what we really is.

Kindle is the movement, my movement is this, the difference is. I do it for my. . . in the trap. I do it for my. . .

that he never coming back. I do it for the act. I do it for every. . .

ever tried to do it every day and then I do it after that.

I do it for the Kindle, put it all on my back. Make a. . . with a penny, now my mom be a cat.

If you think about beefing up, we can all be at that.

What you saying, please, you all should have known the facts. That's that.

Yeah, yeah. Yeah this heat is for the streets. See me grinding up on this beat.

You should get up on this wagon like.

Or you gon' get left behind, yall.

Feel it coming, it's rumbling, hear the thunder, y'all. I'm only gonna tell you one time. We ain't playing with it.

Do or die, one time. Yeah, the heat is for the streets. See me grinding up on this beat like.

Uh, uh, uh. Al Pacino, I'm fresh like some suit creps. Hopping out a coupe with two

TECs in blue sweats. Akron to Cleveland, it's only a few left.

To hustle and mack. . . like Hugh Hef and move meth.

If I two-step in the club, you better move left. With gats in the face of the Lex, better have on two vests.

You next, I blow down in a blue Lex. Pumping out a duplex, out of lockdown, two checks.

Drop the beat, run this. . . for the certified.

Where the real. . . at then worldwide.

One time, in them handcuffs. From 55th to Superior Hill, stand tough.

Got a record deal with a couple bands on it.

I'll make that Hammer block and put your hands on it. Loud in my swisher, put that remedy. . . mute. They call me C. J.

, and free my -homie Johnny Too. -Yeah, yeah.

Yeah this heat is for the streets. See me grinding up on this beat. You should get up on this wagon like.

Or you gon' get left behind, y'all.

Feel it coming, it's rumbling, hear the thunder, y'all. I'm only gonna tell you one time. We ain't playing with it.

Do or die, one time. Yeah, the heat is for the streets.

See me grinding up on this beat -like. -Money.

KK, what's popping? Shout out to the Valley, you know I'm still rocking. St.

Clair, I got them. . . they hating. Lame. . .

got it all, still mad at me 'cause I'm playing. Screen paid for chasing. Flyer than a jet, oh yes, came to disrespect.

Yeah, I'm at your neck, 'bout my check. I'ma need my bread.

Riding my Caprice with a freak. Look just like Alicia, she say that she love me.

'Cause I'm from the -streets. -Guess who's back in the. . . house.

Know what I'm 'bout. Pack the pack, stack the stack. Pow for pow, ounce for ounce.

They tried to count us out. We survived that drought. Now they gotta count us in.

All my city do is win. Money make the world turn. Girl, I make something spin.

Like the. . . and I'ma hit, then turn around and. . . your friend.

Proddy, who you came with? Got no time for lameness.

Twisting up my banga, champagne music on that gang. . . Baby girl, you know Ray. I only sip Rosé. If you killa, we can role play. You

Nicole and I be OJ. Okay, everybody go cray. C-Off in the O-H.

Round here they call me OG, 'cause I kick open the doorway.

Okay, okay, okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh.

Yeah, yeah.

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