Hey Y'all Lyrics - Eve-olution - Eve

Yeah, yeah, Evie Eve 

And you know, you better know 

I keep some chuck's on my feet khakis on my legs 

Trunk full of funk, nigga, while I'm breaking bread 

Sliding through your system, banging, bobbing heads 

Doing mines and I don't care what other niggaz saying 

They can pop it but they can't stop it, boy, I'm getting mine 

Selling clothes up in this bitch like Calvin Klein 

Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same time 

I'd be damned if I go back to jail for the same crime 

I'm too slick to get caught up in this dirty game 

I'm a scholar that make dollaz off the birdy game 

Crip hoping I got it popping on the boulevard 

Man, I ain't fucking with Chevy's, I got my own car 

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D O double, you don't wanna rumble, why you testing me? 

Oh, I know, you must be gone off them ecstasy 

Bad habits, you better kick it before it get you loc 

And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic smoke 

Fo' sho' 

Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast 

All my doggs, we could smoke 

We 'bout to take some bank roll 

Everywhere that I go 

Man, I see the same hoes 

I know they already know 

Yeah, we like it real raw 

Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg 

Uh, huh, these niggas got you head nodding 

And this chick got the drums from your ears throbbing 

Known to do it, baby bubblin', do 'chu dare stop it 

Love when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps, ain't nothing to me 

Got my nigga, Snoop, he been down 

As for my nigga, Nate, shit, he was in town 

Created heat so you can bang it, crank it nice and loud 

Can't block me out, I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon your TV 

Ain't never stuck up off the freezyness 

Same bitch, same pitch, nothing ridiculous 

Want this brown girl, I see you thug lick your lips 

Gotta have that bombshell, damn girl, I need you for me 

Keep love on the both sides, we in the church 

On these niggas getting smoke ties, domino playing up here 

Praying that they legalize but fuck it still choke top down 

Baby blowing smoke in the sky, come on 

Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast 

All my doggs, we could smoke 

We 'bout to take some bank roll 

Everywhere that I go 

Man, I see the same hoes 

I know they already know 

Yeah, we like it real raw 

Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg 

Now, when you see me acting up in the club 

(It ain't nothin') 

Uh, six fall up on dub's 

(It ain't nothin') 

Huh, breaking up blueberry buds 

(It ain't nothing) 

And every hood showing nothing but love 

(It ain't nothing) 

Taste buds ain't the same, for the simple brain 

Should'a never let me learn what millions really mean 

Yeah, I'm a simple girl but really don't want simple things 

Keep real doggs close, hate cats with simple brains 

Not ready for the collision, stay up in your lane 

East Coast, West Coast, you still don't fuckin' think 

Dedicated to you, baby, keep your gangsta lean 

You gots to be my queen 'cause I'm the Bigg King 

The one with the Bigg house with the Bigg things 

Sista Eve, you blessed the whole scene 

You're the queen of the team, with cream, you're so supreme 

A blessin' in the skies, open up your eyes 

Me and you together, shit, we gon' collect the vibes 

Exercise and go where we wanna go, stay fly 

Sho' and original, turn up your stereo 

'Cause here we go, here we go 

Hey y'all, doggs from East to West Coast 

All my doggs, we could smoke 

We 'bout to take some bank roll 

Everywhere that I go 

Man, I see the same hoes 

I know they already know 

Yeah, we like it real raw 

Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate Dogg 

It ain't nothing 

It ain't nothing 

It ain't nothing 

It ain't nothing