Yella & Yayo Yella Beezy (Ft. Go Yayo)

[Intro: Go Yayo & Yella Beezy]
HoodFame, HoodFame, HoodFame
Yayo
Ayy ayy, the Yella mane, god damn
Say Yella, pill pop one, got one, pop one
Pop one, pop one, pop one

[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo
Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo
I'ma go run to them pesos, we pimpin', lil daddy don't chase hoes
Say lil bitch, watch what you say ho, ayy lil bitch watch what you say ho
Designer shoes hurt your feet, I get paid all week
At the club gettin' geeked, I don't want her, she a freak
I got bars, what you need? I swap cars with my peeps
I ball hard like I'm Meech, realest nigga in the streets

[Verse 1: Yella Beezy]
Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo
I drop the top on Rodeo
Pour up a deuce in a fuego
I got them pounds from Vallejo
Bitch I'm on fire, no J-O
Bitch don't you lie 'less I say so
Cookie got her geeked like she Faybo
I get that drank in from Vallejo
Young nigga, young nigga, yeah I had to run it up
Keep that four-five by my belly, no tummy tuck
Lil nigga didn't stop with the drum, man that's fun to us
I feel like Pimp C bitch, no I can't stop comin' up
Takin' a flight with the bitch, her name Monica
Fuckin' the bitch and she squirt on the furniture
I parked in the lot, she run back to her lame boss
Fuck what you heard nigga, I had to run it up
Off them bars I go crazy
She my broad, my lil baby
We shot out cars with three-eighties
Big old forty, no safety
I don't fuck with boy, yeah he shady
Rerock hard like the eighties
Big old toy in my blazer
Can't trust these broads, they fugazi