Something told me I should get my visa
So I can take a trip to Africa
I'm tired niggas feeling like I need them
So when they hit my line leave a message I'll get back to ya
I'm vacating all of the bullshit
If it ain't bout the money it can get a full clip
That mean kill that shit
Cant do it if I can't make a mill in that bitch
Pop a bottle this a different type of celebration
Thanking god and I can tell my momma that we made it
If they writing stories I'm gone be the narrator
They can tell it how they want but ask them why they hate us
And I bet it be some bullshit
But I be focused on my cream cause I like cool whips
I think I wanna cop me an impala throw my name on the side
So they be like that's some cool shit
Look mama we made it
Time for celebrations
All the work we put it
Time for a vacation
They didn't give us nothing
Ain't nobody save us
We didn't get no hand outs
Everything was taken
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
Mike Jones
I swear
Everyday I wake up
Trying to get my cake up
While you being a f*ck nigga
Ima keep it playa
In the club all the hoes show me love
Turned up on me and I aint drop no dub
Me and dre of the east run the streets hold up
Me and dre of the east run the streets hold up
Got all of the women trying to get uncuffed
Got all of the women trying to get uncuffed
I told hit em me on my number
And ill pull up in a hummer
And ill get her hotter than the summer
I told hit em me on my number
And ill pull up in a hummer
And ill get her hotter than the summer
Cause she knows
When she hit my number
We go
To places where I know her man wont go
Lay low 4 door
Drop top hood bitch
You can tell by the weed smoke
Look mama we made it
Time for celebrations
All the work we put it
Time for a vacation
They didn't give us nothing
Ain't nobody save us
We didn't get no hand outs
Everything was taken
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
Dre of the East - We Made It (feat. Chyenne & Mike Jones) Lyrics
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Something told me I should get my visa
So I can take a trip to Africa
I'm tired niggas feeling like I need them
So when they hit my line leave a message I'll get back to ya
I'm vacating all of the bullshit
If it ain't bout the money it can get a full clip
That mean kill that shit
Cant do it if I can't make a mill in that bitch
Pop a bottle this a different type of celebration
Thanking god and I can tell my momma that we made it
If they writing stories I'm gone be the narrator
They can tell it how they want but ask them why they hate us
And I bet it be some bullshit
But I be focused on my cream cause I like cool whips
I think I wanna cop me an impala throw my name on the side
So they be like that's some cool shit
Look mama we made it
Time for celebrations
All the work we put it
Time for a vacation
They didn't give us nothing
Ain't nobody save us
We didn't get no hand outs
Everything was taken
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
Mike Jones
I swear
Everyday I wake up
Trying to get my cake up
While you being a f*ck nigga
Ima keep it playa
In the club all the hoes show me love
Turned up on me and I aint drop no dub
Me and dre of the east run the streets hold up
Me and dre of the east run the streets hold up
Got all of the women trying to get uncuffed
Got all of the women trying to get uncuffed
I told hit em me on my number
And ill pull up in a hummer
And ill get her hotter than the summer
I told hit em me on my number
And ill pull up in a hummer
And ill get her hotter than the summer
Cause she knows
When she hit my number
We go
To places where I know her man wont go
Lay low 4 door
Drop top hood bitch
You can tell by the weed smoke
Look mama we made it
Time for celebrations
All the work we put it
Time for a vacation
They didn't give us nothing
Ain't nobody save us
We didn't get no hand outs
Everything was taken
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
So I can take a trip to Africa
I'm tired niggas feeling like I need them
So when they hit my line leave a message I'll get back to ya
I'm vacating all of the bullshit
If it ain't bout the money it can get a full clip
That mean kill that shit
Cant do it if I can't make a mill in that bitch
Pop a bottle this a different type of celebration
Thanking god and I can tell my momma that we made it
If they writing stories I'm gone be the narrator
They can tell it how they want but ask them why they hate us
And I bet it be some bullshit
But I be focused on my cream cause I like cool whips
I think I wanna cop me an impala throw my name on the side
So they be like that's some cool shit
Look mama we made it
Time for celebrations
All the work we put it
Time for a vacation
They didn't give us nothing
Ain't nobody save us
We didn't get no hand outs
Everything was taken
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
Mike Jones
I swear
Everyday I wake up
Trying to get my cake up
While you being a f*ck nigga
Ima keep it playa
In the club all the hoes show me love
Turned up on me and I aint drop no dub
Me and dre of the east run the streets hold up
Me and dre of the east run the streets hold up
Got all of the women trying to get uncuffed
Got all of the women trying to get uncuffed
I told hit em me on my number
And ill pull up in a hummer
And ill get her hotter than the summer
I told hit em me on my number
And ill pull up in a hummer
And ill get her hotter than the summer
Cause she knows
When she hit my number
We go
To places where I know her man wont go
Lay low 4 door
Drop top hood bitch
You can tell by the weed smoke
Look mama we made it
Time for celebrations
All the work we put it
Time for a vacation
They didn't give us nothing
Ain't nobody save us
We didn't get no hand outs
Everything was taken
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
Oooooooouuu we made it
Oooooooouuu
Writer: drayvon fairley
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