Top Songs By Memphis Bleek
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Memphis Bleek
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Memphis Bleek
Composer
Shawn Carter
Composer
Justin Smith
Composer
Thomas Bell
Composer
Linda Creed
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Producer
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Just Blaze
[Verse 2]
Everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels
And it's real, everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go, squad in the club with me
Tryna find a chick to fall in love with me
Everything's a go, mami, hit me on the jack
Told me meet her at the spot
And I'm about to call her back, it's a go
[Verse 3]
Bleek, come scoop you, try to seduce you
Half black and chinese, she gave me the fu-fu
A little bit of that wonton soup
From the hood, got more chips then Bon-ton
But matter fact, got more cheese than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna crowd my space
Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix your face
For they butterfly-stitch ya face
If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place
If the record sound, just get the blaze, ****
Put in back on the block, for motherfuckers to rock
Get hot, let them scream, it's the rock, in your area
You better warn ya folks
They hate to see a real clique, but for now
[Verse 4]
Everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels
And it's real, everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go, squad in the club with me
Tryna find a chick to fall in love with me
Everything's a go, mami, hit me on the jack
Told me meet her at the spot
And I'm about to call her back, it's a go
[Verse 5]
Highest paid act, highest paid to rap
I advance myself, and pay myself back
Man, you gotta love that
When them pockets on E, man, you gotta hug that
Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that
Kill a **** for the skrilla, man, I'm not above that
[Verse 6]
Oh, hold on, young, let me get it back
You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat
Boy, you now tuned into the greatest
Can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us
****, it's nothin, my crew and half dozens
That's 'cause we scramble like we Vick's half cousins
Boy, and get ya mind right, ****
We gon' put you on the news, you want lime light, ****
Channel two or Channel four, you know what nine like, ****
Groupie men, we put on UPN
[Verse 7]
Everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels
And it's real, everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go, squad in the club with me
Tryna find a chick to fall in love with me
Everything's a go, mami, hit me on the jack
Told me meet her at the spot
And I'm about to call her back, it's a go
[Verse 8]
One thug in the club, two models to go
Three bottles of army, four jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six sense took off
Seven, you make Heaven, or eight, everything's a go
Mami got that ice in ya drink
Long legs, short skirt, what you mean, everything's a go
My thugs outside of the club with Timbs
Nine on ya waist, let's roll, we gettin' in (Everything's a go)
****, I'm back for it, I'm willing to clap for it
You holdin me back for it, go
I spring into action, Brooklyn, I'm back for it
I'm bringing it back for us
[Verse 9]
'Cause everything's a go
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels
And it's real, everything's a go
New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything's a go, squad in the club with me
Tryna find a chick to fall in love with me
Everything's a go, mami, hit me on the jack
Told me meet her at the spot
And I'm about to call her back, it's a go
Written by: Justin Smith, Linda Creed, Malik Cox, Shawn Carter, Thomas Bell