Dead Prez - Hell Yeah Lyrics
Holton StreetDean Street (click clack)President (uh huh)Nostril out (DP's)Orange Al (RPG's)Tee Town (Who wanna ride?)BrooklynCome on, Come onSittin' in the living room on the floorAll the pain got me on some migraine shitBut I'm gonna maintainNigga got 2 or 3 dollars to my nameAnd my homies in the same boat going through the same thingReady for a cakeBetter plot for the paperWe been living in the dark since AprilOn the candleGotta get a handleMy homie got a 25 automatic added to the camperNigga get the phone book look up in the yellow pageLemme tell you how we fend to get paidWe gonna order pizza and when we see the driverWe gonna stick the 25 up in his faceLets ride, stepping outside like warriorsHead to the notorious SouthsideOne weapon to the four of usHiding in the corridor until we see the dominos car headlightsWhite boy in the wrong place at the right timeSoon as the car door open up he mineWe roll up quick and put the pistol to his noseBy the look on his face he probably shitted in his clothesYou know what this isIt's a stick upGimme the do' from your pickupsYou ran into the wrong niggazWe running down the block hot with these pizza boxesSo we split up and met back at the apartmentHell yeah (yo ain't you hungry my nigga?)Hell yeah (you wanna get paid my nigga?)Hell yeah (ain't you tired of starving my nigga?)Hell yeah (well lets ride then)Hell yeah, Hell yeahI know a way we can get paid you can get down but you can't be afraidLet's go to the DMVAnd get a IDThe name says you but the fates is meNow it's your turn take my paper wor
