Yeah You Right Lyrics - Singles - Lil Chuckee

(Intro) 

Ain't a nigga round me trippin 

Erry' nigga on that liquor 

(Hook) 

They say Chuck! (Whas happening?) 

You know? (Know what?) 

You cold, boy you fuckin' cold 

And I say "yeah, you right" x4 

Heard you lil' diss, wacha wanna do? 

I got this glock up on my hip 

No safety on the set, ain't got no child lock on this bitch 

We can go fo' it if you ready 

(Go go go go) My yung niggas, they wild and crazy 

(Verse) 

Whacha wanna do-do, fuck up a bitch hairdo 

My goonies fresh, no shampoo 

Ain't eatin' no camp food, and I call her lips vacuum 

New money make me act rude 

That's bullshit, man! I got the piss 

Them pussy ova there, I pack the dick 

Shake a nigga hand, nah-ah, don't want the fist 

You real or you fake, give a fuck what's on yo wrist 

Keep rollin', pattin' my moves 

It's potent, and it's passed to you (smoke that!) 

Still say it but they hatin' on the truth 

Later on then you find out Chuck's that dude 

Pig taxin', pokin', pokin', big dogs, chokin', chokin' 

I'm runnin' the game, I'm givin' it brain 

Gettin' the hang, the yung boy, full of that pain 

And they say 

(Hook) 

Chuck! (Whas that?) 

Do you know? (Know what?) 

You cold, boy, you fuckin' cold 

And I say "yeah, you right" x4 

Heard you lil' diss, how you wanna do it? 

I got this glock up on my hip 

No safety on the set, ain't got no child lock on this bitch 

You heard what I say now 

We can take it outside if your feelin's in the way nah 

(Whacha want?) O.k. 

(Verse) 

Remember when I used to dream bout this 

Remember when I used to tell fame bout this 

Now I got all this ice on my wrist 

So many hoes wanna give me a kiss 

Every nigga on the block slangin' his wrist 

My bad if I got niggas bangin' to this 

Fuck it, I ain't ashamed of this shit 

Might have your main girl sing on my tip 

In the booth, pocket validation 

A wild child that's emancipated 

Smokin' this shit with the candle lated 

Never front in the crunch, well educated 

Elevated for that meditation, hold up! 

I'm movin' up, good times 

Round T.V. show, smokin' good time with some good wine 

You should know I'mma get mine 

Got that mic in my face, how the hell can I sit down? 

Carve these hoes with the OJ, tink-top, then I throw away 

I know shit changin', start agin' 

Goddamn, man, really miss the old me 

I want another bitch if I ain't got her 

Oh my bad look Mizz he got her 

Speed dial, you gon' need yo doctor 

Chuck Marley the rasta! Bumba clat 

Hold up, motherfucka, won't you throw that ass back? 

Hold up, say they want beef? 

Hold up, motherfucka, lemme go head get that gat 

Cape Verdean bitch sit right on my lap 

I might just take her ass back to the trap 

Heard you lil' diss, how you wanna do it? 

I got this glock up on my hip 

No safety on the set, ain't got no child lock on this bitch 

You heard what I say now 

We can take it outside if your feelin's in the way nah