OUTSIDAZ - Hell Yeah lyrics

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[Chorus]

[YOUNG ZEE] Do we do it for the underground? (HELL YEAH!)

[YOUNG ZEE] Girls want us when they come around (HELL YEAH!)

[YOUNG ZEE] We make all of ya'll want it now (HELL YEAH!)

[YOUNG ZEE] Model chicks wanna tongue us down (HELL YEAH!)

[YAH YAH] Do we get pumped in the radio (HELL YEAH!)

[YAH YAH] Do girls get naked in our videos (HELL YEAH!)

[YAH YAH] We smoke weed in the studio (HELL YEAH!)

[YAH YAH] Get brains after every show (HELL YEAH!)

[Pacewon]

One time for my people, my blunted out heads

We represent the real, let the underground spread

To the kids in the high schools, hoods that you drive through

Made for the kids with the higher I.Q.

Got sent to that Rah Rah, I Declare War shit

Outsidaz, Night Life, witty metaphor shit

Start in the basement, push til it's corporate

Put in a place, to be sold and make a fortunate, for example

[Azz-Iz]

The deeper it get, the deeper we go

Ya talk tough, but beem in the O's, weak in the blows

Plus you don't go enough meat on ya bones

Mess around'll you'll sleep from this weaker then nome

I'm like M.L.K., when I'm speakin' a pawn

Settin' mad bullet sprays til they reachin' ya thong

For cats that grow naps never seakin' a comb

Sloman Shield couldn't help you when we creep in ya home

[Chorus]

[Nawshis]

To ya fake niggas, that said I'll never make it

Ya trick is in my bed right now, ass naked

I taught ya hoe, how to properly act

Now she got three cribs, you pay the property tax

You can catch me in the Bricks, lookin' plush in the six

Wit ya main chicken, she suckin' my dick

Fuckin' wit God, producin' nothin' but hits

Wanna battle my click, go ahead and spit

You not fresh, nope, you not def

Like Tribe Called Quest, I gets served flat as a Hot Sex

To take a chick to shop at lot less

Date a bitch from my projects, she runnin' ya pockets

[D.U.]

That's you-a, grindin' in that cat Cougar

Gat smoother than Zab Judah in black Puma's

Cash ruler, change my name to Abdullah

While ya A&R trynna make ya track smoother

Hit the liquor store than get the raw in ya jaw

That stick ya, then chill like it's still vinegar

From projects to Bel-Air, models chicks to welfare

Do we get the punky? (HELL YEAH!)

[Chorus x2]

HELL YEAH!

HELL YEAH!

HELL YEAH!

HELL YEAH!