Ex - Steve Young Jerry Rice lyrics

[Intro] Free! Yeah! Usher... (Benji Style, Benji Style, Benji Style...) Yeah! Band Camp... Yessir! [Hook] Steve Young, Jerry Rice Steve Young, Jerry Rice Steve Young, Jerry Rice Steve Young, Jerry Rice My thugs – me My plug - me [Verse 1: Sir Wooda] What it do, Allah? You know a n***a don't give two f**s I've been drinkin' berry red, gettin' screwed up Move that man in, I had to drew up You pupas'll get stretched out No need for a stretcher Your b**h left and you left out I f**ed her once, then I left her Wild boy, machine gun Play the drum, Band Camp Countin' money, machines shake us Last time I got a hand cramp No joke, I go broke That four'll smoke you, yeah I'm HAM shootin' I made money, this priest here spoke This summer too, I'm goin' Cam Newton Play the corner, Steve Smith Quick pa**, long run South ball, hard ball, all base, homerun Third pig, we brick build We built different, iron team What you coppin? You stoppin'? You Moufasa, the lion king What block you workin' on? Seen the rocks you be perpin' on Merkin' on - we done took out more sh** Than housekeeping and nursing homes All in, now I'm all out – I was ballin', now I ball out Would long spit, now I do small routes Like five in and five out [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Freeway] My flow hot, and my strip jumpin' We don't cop 'em, I'm not frontin' We do good business, give 'em straight ins Got that new Benz come out next summer Took your b**h to band camp And she told me, once upon a time She stuck a flute in her p**y Then a couple guys got neck from her This is Black Santa, better check for it I move pies, get a check for it Got a few floosies that rock Gucci Louis V with that checkerboard Daumier prints, and she down to catch a body She a murder mami When she ride she bring that tek aboard And I got that Heckler - Koch sh** I'm from where the preacher come off the pulpit And jump straight in the mosh pit Break everything down The rocks if the work slow Acrobatics, I am Gabby Douglas, y'all cannot flow Golden Retriever, I fetch the bricks Wide receiver, I catch the bricks I keep catchin', he keep throwin' It don't stop, it just keep goin' And that beanstalk, it just keep growin' My money tree, I'm talkin' cash, sh** Team Early and Band Camp As we proceed to get the money Biotch! [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Adrien "The Problem" bo*er] I keep rocks inside my pocket I keep my black card in my wallet And I ball out with these two chains Damn right I got it If I want it then I go cop it Denzel in Training Day, yeah, I cop sh** Drop like 10, I buy the whole bar out Then I ball nonstop, Rasheed Wallace B's up for the Band Camp A rubber band is a band stamp If you bring it down, I'll buy you all out Bring a couple barrels of that Grand-Daddy 11-5 and I'm frontin' that When it's a drought, give me 12 flat I'll run her out if Steve throwin' the pa** And stretch her pack - Spandex Beastin' out 'til the pack gone Dyke sh**, yeah the strap is on If a n***a look or even act wrong Night light, he gettin' clapped on Two shots, call it a free throw I got that 'thrax, he got cheeb smoke 25 for a G, got y'all for 23, though Have a n***a runnin' from a sack like Tebow Steve Young, Jerry Rice I got Al Green and Barry White But if a n***a sing, he gettin' buried twice Cold body, lonely nights And I got the pack with an extension cord That's Steve Young, Jerry Rice Long money, my money long And Hail Mary, I'm Jerry Rice! [Hook x2]