GETO BOYS - Yes Yes Yall lyrics

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Give it up for the invincible, it's H-Town's finest

The GB, the general, the street shit, the timers

The motherfuckin criminals, see we keep it grimy

You niggaz chemicals, the weed got you blinded

I'm the original, the author of this G-shit

You niggaz pitiful, cause y'all be on some weak shit

Me I'm a nigga from the gutter motherfucker

If rap wasn't payin I'd hit the street cause I'm a hustler

[Willie D]

It's Willie D y'all, it's been a minute y'all

I'm still in it y'all, fuck the critics y'all

Hoe niggaz make me hotter than tabasco

Play with my money I'ma kick you in your asshole

I see the videos, I read the magazines

Don't watch award shows, too many faggot scenes

I'm a machine, got a pistol in my loose fist

I'll leave you twisted on the ground in your boots bitch

[Bushwick Bill]

Well this is Chuck Dawg (will you ever love another bitch?)

Fuck nah! (What's your position on a snitch homey?)

Fuck laws! (They say the Beatles was the biggest)

Nigga fuck Paul, and the rest of y'all!

I'm the little motherfucker with the big dick swingin

Nuts still hangin, got hoes singin the blues

Geto Boys in this bitch still bangin

And ain't shit changin (uh-uh) ain't shit changin

Don't like faggots, hate politicians

Can't stand snitches, know the Feds listen

So I, send the whole world a fuck you note

Schumaker's got a desk job, fuck you hoe! (Aww nah!)

[Chorus 2X: Geto Boys]

I keep it real with it, to the hill with it

You gotta deal with it, cause you can still get it

And every morning when I get up I know shit don't change

I'm gettin money out these six mo' thangs

[Willie D]

I run circles around foes and cross 'em out like tic-tac-toe

Money money money gotta get that dough

I'm a Northside rider, pimp-slappin these biters

Fall into the club and bitches eyes get wider

I like the way she look up in that liberty skirt

But 95% of the shit is brainwork

I might buy a couple of drinks, and shoot at her drawers

If she ain't talkin 'bout fuckin I'ma get on dawg


Now gimme five or six chickens I'ma flip those birds

Cook it up in momma kitchen, let me get mo' serve

If a nigga catch me slippin I'ma get that nerd

Can't let you get away with that, that shit don't work

I wear a white t-shirt, white sneakers and hat

Somethin cool on my wrist, a nice piece to match

Hoppin out of somethin foreign like the beast I snatch

I don't do a lot of fashion papi, I'm just Brad

It's like that y'all (that y'all) this y'all (this y'all)

I like a skinny bitch, I like the big broad

[Bushwick Bill]

It's like this y'all (this y'all) that y'all (that y'all)

I like to stand and hit it from the back y'all

I ain't the cutest nigga rappin but I still got hoes

Snatch the baddest piece up in this bitch with one eye closed

R. Kelly that's my nigga so I like girls young

18 or 23, black and white, girls cum

Little Richard like the singer, Dick for short but Bill

Short mon from Jamaica, Brooklyn the real

5th Ward my second home, now I'm back to strike

Rap-A-Lot, street music, Geto Boys for life



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