Lyrics Yea Dat - Twoes

I just beat da case yea dat
And I made it home safe yea dat
Put u all on ya place yea dat
He got shot in his face yea dat
Bouta go flee the state yea dat
Shoppin sprees out LA yea dat
Still got plugs out the bay yea dat
I might be with yo bay yea dat
Put that pack in her name
I might put her ass on a plane
Hold up bae let me put u on game
No u tired of dat lame, know u tired of lames But Me and yo nothing the same hold up baby just let me explain when the police had came them bitches through em them chains
And I ain't never say a thang these niggas drop names
He was tough as a GI joe now he fucking with them folks
Ya think I'm taking 40 years ya must be smoking coke nd dope
Cell buddies shedding tears nigga losing hella hope
Every night I pray for it
Now it's Return of the Twoes
We put his dumb ass together something special way that we movin to clever
They Hoping I fall off but could never
Shit wasn't looking to good now it's better
Them Bullets was raining we changing the weather the prosecutor kept on Changing her schedule
5 post ponements that shit was to stressful
Watching Niggas go home hoping dat I'm the next one
I caught that blessing like I'm Odell bechm
We Made it out of Maryland corrections
Fly out to cali go link with connections
Get some work lets go make these investments
She make it twerk throw it back go bizurk
She smoking gas and she still go to church
And when I hit it she say bae make it hurt
She ate me like a plate of dessert
Bon appetite I gotta eat
Plug put me on my feet
Got it coming every week
U ain't nothing but a leech
All white 1s no crease
Had to Switch up the spot I just got a new lease
No more close doors or locks downs
Fucking round with the Twoes u get shot down
Got the Pz on sale u can shop now
Broke Hatin ass niggas always bringing the cops round

I just beat da case yea dat
And I made it home safe yea dat
Put u all on ya place yea dat
He got shot in his face yea dat
Bouta go flee the state yea dat
Shoppin sprees out LA yea dat
Still got plugs out the bay yea dat
I might be with yo bay yea dat
Put that pack in her name
I might put her ass on a plane
Hold up bae let me put u on game
No u tired of dat lame
No u tired of dat lame but me and yo nothing the same

Right back to it I'm fresh out the joint
Still thanking god that the victim ain't point
These niggas pigs I think I heard a oink
Move like the talibans we on point
Can't give a nigga know chance
The way dat we step is advance
Made it out of that jam
Fiends still calling for grams
Just was eating mackerels now it's steak shrimp and lamb
Police raided the spot
Got damn I wish I woulda move them 80 bands
Prosecutor told 'em ima crazy man
My Lawyer ate 'em up when they got on the stand
Ain't have to say a word cuz I ain't raise my hand
Still going touch them millions we ain't changing
Couldn't get with yo we put it on his man's
Ima super trapper marijuana man
Bullets turn a nigga to Jawanna man
Turned on the news they say dat ima wanted man
Shid I rather be that than a gonner man
Up and early on ya block like the garbage man
Switch the whip they don't what kind car we in
It's Return of The Twoes
Still standing on Ten Toes
I Heard dat they shot off his nose no bullshit
He got walked down with a full clip
And his mans was talkin to them folks on some fluke shit
No 50 cent only Gz in my unit
Just dodged a L boogie charges got eluded
Now I'm Ducked off in the cut I'm secluded

I just beat da case yea dat
And I made it home safe yea dat
Put u all on ya place yea dat
He got shot in his face yea dat
Bouta go flee the state yea dat
Shoppin sprees out LA yea dat
Still got plugs out the bay yea dat
I might be with yo bay yea dat