Yesh Yesh Ya'll Songtext / Lyric

Hard beats like this keep my mentality raw

I G off C for 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 chicken heads 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, Mary, Anne 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 ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop



Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop



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 virtual

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 ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop



Yo, 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 ya'll

Yesh yesh



Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop



Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop



Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

(We'll be right back with some more funk shit)

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop



Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop

(For all you stankin' asses after we pay these bills)

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop