Yes Y`all Lyrics

Yes Y`all

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