Yesh Yesh Ya'll Lyrics
| Song | Yesh Yesh Ya'll |
| Artist | Redman |
| Album | Muddy Waters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Noble, Sermon | |
| 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 **** 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, 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 [Snoop] ("Redman is on the mic and I'ma..." "Dope mother****er, yeah, you best ax somebody") [Sermon x8] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) | |
| **** 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 **** 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 [Sermon x4] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) | |
| As I dive into the crowd | |
| I wanna see who the **** gettin loud | |
| Who da **** 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 mother****er start namin names | |
| And if you name my name | |
| I whoop ass like | |
| Steven Seagal | |
| Give you Under | |
| Siege 2 without the ****in train | |
| Let your brains hang from the 808 bang | |
| And if I wrecked your cipher then my | |
| Squad is to blame [Erick Sermon x12 then fades:] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) | |
| We'll be right back with some more funk shit for all you stankin asses after we pay these bills |
| zuo ci : Noble, Sermon | |
| Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw | |
| I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them | |
| Lex door My texture 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 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, 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 Snoop " Redman is on the mic and I' ma..." " Dope mother er, yeah, you best ax somebody" Sermon x8 Yesh yesh y' all, and you don' t stop | |
| 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 roundtheclock 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 thirtyeight | |
| 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 three in the mornin off a paper | |
| With mad Zul in the | |
| LSC 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 Sermon x4 Yesh yesh y' all, and you don' t stop | |
| As I dive into the crowd | |
| I wanna see who the gettin loud | |
| Who da 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 mother er start namin names | |
| And if you name my name | |
| I whoop ass like | |
| Steven Seagal | |
| Give you Under | |
| Siege 2 without the in train | |
| Let your brains hang from the 808 bang | |
| And if I wrecked your cipher then my | |
| Squad is to blame Erick Sermon x12 then fades: Yesh yesh y' all, and you don' t stop | |
| We' ll be right back with some more funk shit for all you stankin asses after we pay these bills |
| zuò cí : Noble, Sermon | |
| Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw | |
| I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them | |
| Lex door My texture 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 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, 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 Snoop " Redman is on the mic and I' ma..." " Dope mother er, yeah, you best ax somebody" Sermon x8 Yesh yesh y' all, and you don' t stop | |
| 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 roundtheclock 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 thirtyeight | |
| 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 three in the mornin off a paper | |
| With mad Zul in the | |
| LSC 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 Sermon x4 Yesh yesh y' all, and you don' t stop | |
| As I dive into the crowd | |
| I wanna see who the gettin loud | |
| Who da 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 mother er start namin names | |
| And if you name my name | |
| I whoop ass like | |
| Steven Seagal | |
| Give you Under | |
| Siege 2 without the in train | |
| Let your brains hang from the 808 bang | |
| And if I wrecked your cipher then my | |
| Squad is to blame Erick Sermon x12 then fades: Yesh yesh y' all, and you don' t stop | |
| We' ll be right back with some more funk shit for all you stankin asses after we pay these bills |
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