(Chorus)
Get Em' Jeezy, I got Em'
Get Em' Jeezy, I got Em'
Get Em' Jeezy, I got Em'
Get Em' Jeezy, I got Em'
Get Em' Jeezy, I got Em'
Get Em' Jeezy, I got Em'
Get Em' Jeezy, I got Em'
Get Em' Jeezy, I got Em'

(Verse 1)
I need a docter i got a sick wrist game
hit the blunt twice then i switch lanes
im ridin' on some grown men
what you wanna play let the games begin'
on the count of three here we go
i dont talk fast ya'll just listen slow
they need glasses they aint seein' me
stevie wonda ass niggas aint seein' me
four x white tee and a wife beata
got my desert eagle call it seniorita
got a way with words paint a picture man
i dont smoke phillies ima swisher man

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
catch me in walters spendin' grands man
when i leave they got to help me tote my bags man
jeezy poppin' tags you betta make way
drought a vouch for me ask kumate'
and i dont think they heard me
aint no nigga in the leage got more jerseys
no matter the price
i can wear one everyday for the rest of my life
i aint gon' lie i got a lot of paper
so when im out shinin' i see allot of hata's
im rich bitch i cant help but brage
more g's then a gucci bag

(chorus)

(verse 3)
ya album garbage i bought ya shit man
i listen to it know its in the trash can
think jeezy a lier
spit the straight drop nigga set the city on fire
call the firemen
all you fake rap niggas betta retire man
real reconize real nigga(like wise)
sell allot of chickens call me popeyes
you tryin' to hard i make it look easy
and all that cheap ass jewlery gottcha lookin' cheesy
dont make me laugh
see this shit around my neck it cost a brick and a half

(chorus)


Por Kath de Lima