Cheers (ew Yeh) Lyrics

Cheers (ew Yeh) lyrics

[Obie Trice - talking]

A lot of motherfuckers man

Lou Green, Shawn Stringer, Keith Stringer

Lawon, Gu serve, Little Randy

That's what I'm doin this for (EW YEAH!)



Yeah .. we ain't here to mourn

We here to celebrate

So this one is for all my dogs that didn't make it in the struggle man

(EW YEAH!)



[Verse 1]

I's remember when I was on the Ave. clutchin them dimes

Gut touchin my spine, bustin my rhymes

Feelin like I'm livin in them lost times

No sight of the future, damn right I shoot ya (ew yeah)

Palm tight on the Rooster

Old in the face, cause this hold on my case

Got my growth at a fast pace

Old folks like "O, oh he's a bad case"

He won't last, his track record'll do the math

Crack solicitation on the Avenue is not new

to your listeners, but this is true, listen up

I got a spew of them, keep it all truth or else

I might as well give this up, feel me now

From rocks to pow pows, glocks to pow-der

I done did it all, so I clutch my balls

And notice they still here, so Obie is still here

So Kobe here's to you and daddy's new career



[Chorus]

So grab your cups of beer

Put 'em up let's cheer

Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here

This is it my niggaz this what we boast about

Get your bottles homie, pour some out (ew yeah)



Now grab your cups of gin

Put 'em up let's win

Here's a toast to never lookin back again

This is it my niggaz this what we boast about

Get your bottles homie, pour some out (ew yeah)



[Verse 2]

Now I understand every man got a story to tell

But fuck it, I got a story as well

Growin up where us niggaz either buried or jail

Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops

for they yayo, locked in a cell

Who's to blame when I was raised in this hood, when my crew was slain

Only a few remains, ya'll talk about stuggle

With your bubblegum lifestyle (*scratching*) nigga fuck you

I'm here today for fail, pass the way

Bodies deep six nigga, flesh decay

Real cats who had techs to spray

Babies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the grave

The hood life is in me

So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream "give me"

Lend me your ear, I'm guaranteein ya'll feelin me

Straight from the block to the industry (C'MON)



[Chorus]



[Obie Trice - talking]

Yeah .. all my homies that's deceased rest in peace

My nigga Calski, Little Green

P Funk you'll be home in a minute nigga, haha, we get it poppin

We got a chance to speak to the world nigga, haha, and I ain't stoppin

Straight off the craft .. 313



(EW YEAH!)