Put On (Singalong Version) Young Jeezy feat. Kanye West)

I put on

I put on

I put on
I put on for my city
On-on for my city
I put on for my city
On-on for my city
I put on for my city
On-on for my city
I put on for my city
On-on for my city

When they see me off in traffic
They say Jeezy on some other shit
Send them fucking cops
Running straight back to the dealership
Me, I'm in my spaceship
That's right, I work for NASA
This 7H is not a fraud
Call that bitch my bodyguard
Call that bitch a bodyguard?
Yeah, that's my bodyguard

Wear a lot of jewelry

Young, don't do security
What's whiter than a napkin?
Harder than a dinner plate
If you want it, come and get it
You know I stay stupid straight

Ran up in my spots and now I'm working at the Super 8
Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate
Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah, I got that super cake
Hundred-karat bracelet, I use it like some super glue

I put on for my city
On-on for my city
I put on for my city
On-on for my city

Put on (Eastside)
Put on (Southside)
Put on (Westside)
Put on (Let's go)
I put on for my city
On-on for my city
I put on for my city
On-on for my city

Put on (Eastside)
Put on (Southside)
Put on (Westside)
Put on (Let's go)

Half pack, top back, ain't nothing but a young thug

HKs, AKs, I need to join a gun club
Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super sized
Passenger's a redbone, her weave look like some curly fries
Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce
Pocket full of celery, imagine what she's telling me
Blowing on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked
Riding to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote
They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that Glock on me
Don't get caught without one, coming from where I'm from
Call me Jeezy Hamilton, flying down Campbellton

So fresh, so clean, I'm on my way to Charlene

I put on for my city
On-on for my city
I put on for my city
On-on for my city

Put on (Eastside)
Put on (Southside)
Put on (Westside)
Put on (Let's go)
I put on for my city
On-on for my city
I put on for my city
On-on for my city

Put on (Eastside)
Put on (Southside)
Put on (Westside)
Put on (Let's go)

I put on
I put on
I put on
I put on for my city, I put on for my
I put on for my city, I put on for my city
On

I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this, but niggas don't know these stress
I lost the only girl in the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit
I got that Jesus on the chain and that don't mean shit
'Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace
Yo, I need just at least, uh, one of Russell's nieces

On, I let my nightmares go
I put on everybody that I knew from the go
I know hoes that was fronting when they knew we was broke
They say, "Damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no more
You got that big fame, homie, and you just changed on me"
You can ask big homie, man, they stop so lonely
I ain't lying, so lonely, I ain't lying

Let me see what we have tonight, what we have tonight
I'm high as a satellite, satellite
I see those flashing lights

'Cause every night, every night, I put on

I put on for my city
On-on for my city
I put on for my city
On-on for my city

Put on (Eastside)
Put on (Southside)
Put on (Westside)
Put on (Let's go)
I put on for my city
On-on for my city
I put on for my city
On-on for my city

Put on (Eastside)
Put on (Southside)
Put on (Westside)
Put on (Let's go)