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Vārdi: Young Jeezy. Dead Or Alive.

They want it, I got it, damn right I'ma flaunt it
Do anything you want, just don't get up on it
Them O.G.'s raised, you know them streets made me
Equipped with the gator, drive these young bitches crazy
Baby that's crazy, more like a straight jacket
We stack it all up, and then we Greenbay pack it
Never in ya life seen this many rubber bands
Never in ya life seen this many hundred grands
Now dippin' in the paint, you ain't seen this money man
The soul I would assume, but you was in the room
Money so dirty gotta sweep it with a broom
Plus you got 'em Jigga trickin' early afternoon

Go hard on my liver, feel sorry for my bladder
I stop when I die, bitch it don't even matter
Dead or alive, I'm in ya top five
Even ask ya hoe, bet I'm in ya bitch ride
Everybody be cool, I ain't tryna make a scene
First new Camaro that the city's ever seen
And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin'
I ain't got a bitch so I treat her like my woman
I tell her slow down, now baby speed up
Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us


Red, white and blue stones, yeah the chain's like hey
South by say, I gave my jeweler one-eighty
My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay
That's why my crib lookin' like a postcard baby
Tell 'em what you think of me, so far lady
Clip so long it need a chauffeur baby

Go hard on my liver, feel sorry for my bladder
I stop when I die, bitch it don't even matter
Dead or alive, I'm in ya top five
Even ask ya hoe, bet I'm in ya bitch ride
Everybody be cool, I ain't tryna make a scene
First new Camaro that the city's ever seen
And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin'
I ain't got a bitch so I treat her like my woman
I tell her slow down, now baby speed up
Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us
Red, white and blue stones, yeah the chain's like hey
South by say, I gave my jeweler one-eighty
My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay