THE GEES Lyrics by Ycee & Dremo
Ya don know ay!
You’ll make me call up The Gees
Don’t make me call up The Gees
No no ti no no ti ti
No no ti no no ti ti
You’ll make me call up The Gees
Young nigga hot in the streets
Burn like a hundred degrees
Don’t make me call up The Gees
Call up The Gees
You’ll make me call up The Gees
Man don’t burn up the cheese
Hot in the streets
Burn like a hundred degrees
You’ll make me call up The Gees
Call up The Gees
Man don’t ball up the cheese
Man don’t fuck up the cheese
Hot in the streets
Burn like a hundred degrees
You’ll make me call up The Gees
Just another day in the trap
See me when I lace the beat up and I blaze on the track
Them ah mad
When I touchdown in they state pon the map
Spit that shit that’s outta pocket but I stays in my bag
It’s a fact
See my dawgs they blaze and attack
Swear down since a youngin never been afraid of the dark
On the blogs
See all of that fake them ah chat
When you drop your rap them nigga go dey see say na cap
Call up The Gees
Don’t make me call up The Gees
Man gon’ ball in the streets
Hot in the streets
Burn like a hundred degrees
(Call up, call up, call up)
You’ll make me call up The Gees
Call up The Gees – ha
Call up The Gees
Burn like a hundred degrees
Hot in the streets
You’ll make me call up The Gees
Don’t make me call up The Gees
Call up The Gees
Call up The Gees
Young man ball up the cheese
Hot in the streets
Burn like a hundred degrees
(Call up, call up, call up)
Don’t make me call up The Gees
Call up The Gees
Call up The Gees
Man gon’ call up The Gees
Fallout the trees
Man gon’ burn up the trees
Man gon’ call up The Gees
Code name
If I call up The Gees
They don’t play they turn up to squeeze
(They turn up!)
Bring down building
My gang not chilling
They came here to turn up the heat
3 men turn 196
(E clear!)
Omo Na insicissor go come out your teeth
It’s no joke
You ain’t getting back home
If them cross line I might have to burn down the bridge
(Shey you dey hear?!)
Je oju wan bon appetite – Para
Whatever I say na capisce – Final
Dem go chop bullet if dem go dey turn up it’s gon’ be bajinatu case – bow!
Dem think sey na play we dey play – wow?
You dey see joy for my face? How?
The things wey I yarn
E be fact
No be meme
So in everything you doing make I no vex reach the point I go call up The Gees
Call up The Gees
Don’t make me call up The Gees
Man gon’ ball in the streets
Hot in the streets
Burn like a hundred degrees
(Call up, call up, call up)
You’ll make me call up The Gees
Call up The Gees – ha
Call up The Gees
Burn like a hundred degrees
Hot in the streets
You’ll make me call up The Gees
Don’t make me call up The Gees
Call up The Gees
Call up The Gees
Young man ball up the cheese
Hot in the streets
Burn like a hundred degrees
(Call up, call up, call up)
Don’t make me call up The Gees
Call up The Gees
Call up The Gees
Man gon’ call up The Gees
Fallout the trees
Man gon’ burn up the trees
Man gon’ call up The Gees
Chee!
