Jeezy — By The Way lyrics

Lyrics

Yeauh
Yea, haha
Just call me me Young
My money grown doh, by da way
Ahaahaha, Young
Yall already know what time it is Let’s go I said I’m Young by the way, the one by da way
I ain’t trippin I just do this shit for fun by da way
The truth by da way, the proof by da way
Mr Front up on me know I’m gonna shoot by da way
I said it’s on by da way, I’m in the zone by da way
And you can call me Mr Get Em Gone by da way
I did it by da way, I was wit it by da way
I talk it like I did it cuz I lived it by da way
Whatcha say? Young. Ya boy might go nuts
Holes in niggas just like donuts
My cream be crispy
These niggas can’t get me Must be the wrong size cuz these niggas can’t fit me Never let em play em, never let em bullshit me And if they ever bullshit me send the coroner to get me And when the coroner come get me Ima take you pussies wit me I ain’t trustin 12 shots, you know I keep them choppers wit me And I don’t trust you Bumba clots, you know I keep them shottas wit me Can’t let the goons get bored, gotta keep them niggas busy
And I trustin nobody, so I took my money wit me Cause last time they got, got get me I said I’m Young by da way, the one by da way
I ain’t trippin I just do this shit for fun by da way
The truth by da way, the proof by da way
Mr Front up on me know I’m gonna shoot by da way
I said it’s on by da way, I’m in the zone by da way
And you can call me Mr Get Em Gone by da way
I did it by da way, I was wit it by da way
I talk it like I did it cuz I lived it by da way
Stay on it by da way, I want it by da way
Take it to ya mama’s mama house where everybody stay
Where everybody sleep, leave everybody sleep
Have a baby by who, that’s everybody’s freak
Baby like a drycleaners, done seen everybodys sheets
Take 'em straight to the hood, let everybody eat
I went down they went down, now everybody cheap
Or should I say cheaper maybe even lower
Ya’ll niggas gettin' missed if ya’ll talk any slower
Then ya flow a be screwed, now that a be rude
I demand my respect, plus I gotta sack
Had the Westside crackin' ask about in the map
I turned a brick into a clothing line, a Boost commercial
And they still talkin' yola, so who’s commercial?
Young like Noah I move them birds by the twos
Daddy need to smoke, the coupe need a pair of shoes
I keep my A.I. on still won’t cross over
I gotta half a box left I think I need more soda
Hustlin since I was ten still ain’t met Sosa
I just got this thing in it’s too big for a holster
They say I’m bipolar so indecisive
So muthafuckin what I know some bitches who like it The real niggas recite it, the real bitches they love it It’s just the way that I thug it it’s what they want I’m like fuck it Hook+End
Lyric translation by Jeezy’s #1 whiteboy fan.