Yesh Yesh Y`all lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : Yesh Yesh Y`all



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Yo hard beats like this keep my mentality
raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex
door
My tex ture be the kind that
explore
MC's then blow em out metaphor after
metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy
bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with
this rap unemploy nigga
I should own a fly
bitch house and a Benz
But I got chickenheads
criminals and broke friends
that love to get
in keep the seventeen spinnin
Pull out from my
jaw linin, commence to split end
Brains and
body parts that motion couldn't picture
Cause
when I'm shittin niggaz hit mo decks than a
skipper
Mr and Mrs Howe, MaryAnne and
Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to
take the rigger
waters out I got orders to
kill em softly
I wouldn't leave a trace if I
died and police chalked me
Who's the Boss G
you better radio the walkie talkie
For the
Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me
Got a big
dick and your bitch click
When I flip this I
got more work than a olympic gymnast
Bust it,
I cut the mustard, on any track
Milkier than
Similak when I'm next up to bat
("Redman is on
the mic and I'ma..."
"Dope motherfucker, yeah,
you best ax somebody" -- Snoop)

(Yesh yesh
y'all, and you don't stop -- Sermon
8X)

Fuck the talk I walk whatever I claim
to do
Knock a mule on her ass and turn her
pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if
your Fighter was Virtua
I'm a round-the-clock
lyricist, I sleep in my work boots
It's a Thin
Line Between Love and Hate
It's a thin line
between the trigger and the finger of a
thirty-eight
Deaths by far, my rap
repatoire
be the art of murderin makin it hard
for you to spar
We can chill and puff the
ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
Spock smoke it with your baby mama
Get off my
dick and tell your bitch to come here
Male
groupies gettin shaky when I come from the
rear
Hah, that get on your nerve neighbor that
play the
music loud as fuck three in the mornin
off a paper
With mad Zul in the L-S-C
In the
downtown area, scannin the perimeter
All my
boos with the open toed shoes
If you ain't
gettin that pussy eaten right, let me show
you
Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox
said
Ain't No Nigga like the -- Funk Doctor
Spock G

(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't
stop -- Sermon 4X)

As I dive into the
crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin
loud
Who da fuck runnin off at dey mouf?
I
let my nigga Fifty Cent knock that ass
out
Word bond, bitches talkin bout pourin out
Cristal
and Dom P they better stick to
Sade
Blackin out whylin, smackin out
weaves
Break niggaz cheap ass chains and
medallions
You're just a part time sucker in
the game
Shit is real motherfucker start namin
names
And if you name my name I whoop ass like
Steven Seagal
Give you Under Siege 2 without
the fuckin train
Let your brains hang from the
808 bang
And if I wrecked your cipher then my
Squad is to blame

(Yesh yesh y'all, and
you don't stop -- Erick Sermon 12X then
fades)

We'll be right back with some more
funk shit
for all you stankin asses after we
pay these bills