Ayo Lyrics - San Quinn

OK.. got some for me? 

(San Quinn) 

Yeah, yeah, listen to the story I'm about to tell 

Another tale about that yayo 

Little girl once innocent and sweet 

14 introduced to the street 

Started from weed, big smoke outs 

before you could exhale, blunt in your mouth 

Champ, Nade, blue you blew 

now you need something else to do 

A new high to try, a new place to go 

introduced to the yay to the yo 

House full of girls, old and young 

blade on the table takin one on ones 

Use dollar bills just to snort the line 

you see the big girls do it so of 

course it's fine 

Cocaine enforced on your mind 

Now you're blowed, and you're blowin ya time 

Let's go 

(Andre Nickatina) 

Ayo for yayo 

Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal 

I must have been crazed yo 

Ayo for yayo 

Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal 

I must have been crazed yo 

(San Quinn) 

Choppin and coppin the kicks, supplyin people with they fix 

Where you fit? 

On Fillmore Street is where you sit 

Don't go in the house till you move a zip 

Work the day, and night shift 

To stay awake, a nigga might sniff 

not too much 'cause you might slip 

Instead of 28, you could get 26 

Keep a gat and a pack in the sock 

take a couple of toots, then its back to the block 

Back to the surface out the sack 

experimentin with that soft, wonderin about that crack, huh 

One try, another try without a doubt 

papered out, always at the powder house 

Day time, night time, nigga powdered out 

coulda been a papered up power house 

(Andre Nickatina) 

Ayo for yayo 

Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal 

I must have been crazed yo 

Ayo for yayo 

Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal 

I must have been crazed yo 

(San Quinn) 

Like you and I, super high, like Superfly 

one more line, one more rhyme like Peruvian fine 

I can keep you down, or get you high 

You like the blow, like Boston George? You want some more, for you and whores? 

I kick off wars, and get behind walls 

and corporate doors, executive nose sore 

Rich man high, eight balls and quarters 

they call me, placin they orders 

Bring me across the border, buyin the cake 

before I'm sold, they take a taste 

Snortin, habit, not worth affordin 

some use me, strictly out of boredom 

I hooked people before man, I warned them 

I took many people out before them 

Doin my job, connected with the mob 

got President Bush, Whitney, and Bob 

Many others all walks of life have one on ones with me every night 

(Andre Nickatina) 

Ayo for yayo 

Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal 

I must have been crazed yo 

Ayo for yayo 

Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal 

I must have been crazed yo 

Ayo for yayo 

Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal 

I must have been crazed yo 

Ayo for yayo 

Walk around with yayo, all in my nasal 

I must have been crazed yo 

That's some good coke