Yes Y`all lyrics

Artist  : D Heavy 
Song : Yes Y`all



 Send "Yes Y`all" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
Oh yeah  oh yeah  oh yeah..  

 Do it like this though  do it like this though 
do it like this though..  

 Make it fat like  

 DIS  dis  UH  uh  HEH  heh  UH  uh  

 HEH  heh  UH  uh  HEH  heh  UH  uh  

  

 Aiyyo ruff ruff rugged rugged ruff ruff digga
Dan  

 Who's that? The man  I'ma slam it like Bam Bam 


 The big man  the bigger plan  the nigga jams 


 Quick to figure and I pack Palladium stadium
stands  

 Rugged raw  clear the floor  

 R&B hardcore plenty more. been on plenty tours 


 Been in plenty drawers, far from just okey-doke 


 Not into no hokey-poke, although I may drink a
Coke  

 Hell no I won't smoke no coke  

 Steady steady but ready for pitty petty  

 Big and heavy, far from Chevy, so save your gas
for Getti  

 Mic check it, microphone check it  

 Watch me wreck it; I'm never half steppin  

  

 Chorus: various samples  

  

 Far from a chump, I'm a champ, I get amped  

 when I run through camps, gimme some plaques on
the stamp, HEY  

 I need a girl who got plenty trunk, who knows I
got ghetto funk  

 Not into blunts but I be on a stunt hunt  

 Got crazy drama, dramatics, big girls in Bahamas
are addicts  

 So now they cling like static, dig it  

 I rolled up on some old wonderama type of drama 


 I'ma, comma, big belly punanny momma harmer  

 Bag a cute, so NIGHT troops, I'm all about  

 two scoops, I cut loose, just me and a few
troops  

 To handle static to me is automatic  

 I never panic or stall, I'm gigantic so yes,
y'all  

  

 Chorus  

  

 Uhh, king of the big boys, bigger boys, don't
even matter  

 Save all the chitter chatter, I make em split
and scatter  

 I keep em goin for blocks, I never ran from cops
 

 I roll with my flock, and get props from
dreadlocks  

 I treat a mic like a bad habit, I grab it I
gotta have it  

 A funky junkie flippin styles is automatic  

 I freak a beat like a prostitute, I'm always in
hot pursuit  

 I'm tryin to get lots of loot, lots of boots 


 Do jungle rocks like a hustler moving crack  

 like a muscl-er microphone damager handin ya
rough like a wrang-ler  

 Sew up cities with girls of pretty, known for
the nitty gritty  

 my flavor, is major, you're itty bitty  

  

 Chorus: repeat to end