Tekstovi: USDA. Cold Summer. Corporate Thuggin.

[Young Jeezy]

I said I'm corporate thuggin CTE
Until the day I day that's the way its gonna be
Thug motivation I'm bumpin number three
Blowin on some killer shit that I got from zone three
Blowin on the smile yeah we call it Tennessee
I'm good in every hood everybody know me
So don't wake me up I swear to God I'm dreamin
Paper on the way ain't a nigga still beamin
Lookin fly in the cockpit a nigga still leanin
Money out here so a nigga still scheming
And I ain't make music for the mothafuckin critics
They don't understand cause they ain't mothafuckin live it
And I ain't trippin on the Source I got a mothafuckin plug
Give me five mics I'm still a mothafuckin thug
Now the question is can a nigga really rap?
And the answer is you ever been to the trap?
Bitch I make hits
You niggas waste time
And I'll be God damned if I let you waste mine
Life changed for the better but I'm still strapped
Trigga happy nigga don't make me relapse
Attitude like fuck it they hating anyway
And I could give a fuck what a nigga got to say
You still talking blow? You God damn right
What else I'm gonna say that's my mothafuckin life
I just left Jamaica I'm talking Nochas Rias
Sipping margaritas on the beach in my adidas
Brought a few pills but that's only for the skeezas
Use my black card but that's only for the reefer
Whats Up

[Chorus ' Young Jeezy]
Not a day goes by that I ain't high
Hit the mall everyday nigga I stay fly (so fly)
26 inches yeah I'm sittin up high (so high)
and I'm a keep it hood hommie that's no lie

Not a day goes by that I ain't high
Hit the mall everyday nigga I stay fly (so fly)
Get it how we live yeah we tryin to get by (so high)
We throw it all in the air baby that's no lie

(Thanks to joe for these lyrics)