Everything's A Go

Everything's A Go Lyrics

(feat. Jay-Z)

[Just Blaze] Just
Blaze!

[Chorus - Memphis Bleek]
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 wit me
Tryna find a chick to fall in love wit
me
Everything's a go! Mami hit me on the jack
Told me meet her at the
spot, and I'm bout to call her back, its a go!

[Verse 1 - Memphis
Bleek]
Bleek come scoop you, try to seduce you
Half Black and Chinese,
she gave me the fu-fu
A little bit of that, wan-tan soup
From the hood,
got more chips then wan-tan oooooooh!
But matter fact, got more chesse than
nacho
Not from rap, when I used to f**k wit Pancho
I'm in the class, all
by myself
Now you haters wanna crowd my space
Hundred grand all in your
face, motherf**ker better fix ya face
For they butterfly-stich ya face
If
ya b**ch outta line, put the b**ch in place
If the record sound +Just+ get
the +Blaze+, nigga
Put in back, on the block for motherf**kers
The ROC get
hot, let 'em scream "It's the ROC, in ya area!"
You better warn ya
folks
They hate to see a real clique, but now

[Chorus w/ (Jay-Z
ad-libs)]

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
Highest paid act, highest paid
to rap
I advance myself, and pay myself back
Ha, 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 nigga for the scrilla man I'm not above
that

[Memphis Bleek]
Hooo! hold on Young, let me get it
back
You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat
Booooy! you now
tuned into the greatest
Can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate
us
Nigga it's nothin, my crew and half dozens
That's cause we scramble,
like we Vick's half cousins
Booooy! and get ya mind right nigga
We gon'
put you on the news, you want lime light nigga
Channel 2 or Channel 4, you
know what 9 like nigga
Groupie men, we put on
UPN

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Memphis Bleek]
One - thug
in the club, two - models to go
Three - bottles of Arma', four jars of
dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits 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 outdie of the club wit
Timbs
Nine on ya waist, let's roll we gettin in (Everything's a go!)
Nigga
I'm back for, I'm willin to clap boy
You holdin me back for - go!
I -
spring into ac-tion, Brooklyn I'm back for
I'm bringin it back boys
cause..

[Chorus]