Geto Boys - Yes, Yes, Y'All Lyrics
[Scarface]Give it up for the invincible, it's H-Town's finestThe GB, the general, the street shit, the timersThe mother*****in criminals, see we keep it grimyYou niggaz chemicals, the weed got you blindedI'm the original, the author of this G-shitYou niggaz pitiful, cause y'all be on some weak shitMe I'm a nigga from the gutter mother*****erIf 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'allI'm still in it y'all, ***** the critics y'allHoe niggaz make me hotter than tabascoPlay with my money I'ma kick you in your *****I see the videos, I read the magazinesDon't watch award shows, too many faggot scenesI'm a machine, got a pistol in my loose fistI'll leave you twisted on the ground in your boots *****[Bushwick Bill]Well this is Chuck Dawg (will you ever love another *****?)***** nah! (What's your position on a snitch homey?)***** laws! (They say the Beatles was the biggest)Nigga ***** Paul, and the rest of y'all!I'm the little mother*****er with the big dick swanginNuts still hangin, got hoes singin the bluesGeto Boys in this ***** still banginAnd ain't shit changin (uh-uh) ain't shit changinDon't like faggots, hate politiciansCan't stand snitches, know the Feds listenSo I, send the whole world a ***** you noteSchumaker's got a desk job, ***** you hoe! (Aww nah!)[Chorus 2X: Geto Boys]I keep it real with it, to the hill with itYou gotta deal with it, cause you can still get itAnd every morning when I get up I know shit don't changeI'm gettin money out these six mo' thangs[Willie D]I run circles around foes and cross 'em out like tic-tac-toeMoney money money gotta get that doughI'm a Northside rider, pimp-slappin these bitersFall into the club and *****es eyes get widerI like the way she look up in that liberty skirtBut 95% of the shit is brainworkI might buy a couple of drinks, and shoot at her drawersIf she ain't talkin 'bout *****in I'ma get on dawg[Scarface]Now gimme five or six chickens I'ma flip those birdsCook it up in momma kitchen, let me get mo' serveIf a nigga catch me slippin I'ma get that nerdCan't let you get away with that, that shit don't workI wear a white t-shirt, white sneakers and hatSomethin cool on my wrist, a nice piece to matchHoppin out of somethin foreign like the beast I snatchI don't do a lot of fashion papi, I'm just BradIt's like that y'all (that y'all) this y'all (this y'all)I like a skinny *****, 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'allI ain't the cutest nigga rappin but I still got hoesSnatch the baddest piece up in this ***** with one eye closedR. Kelly that's my nigga so I like girls young18 or 23, black and white, girls cumLittle Richard like the singer, Dick for short but BillShort mon from Jamaica, Brooklyn the real5th Ward my second home, now I'm back to strikeRap-A-Lot, street music, Geto Boys for life[Chorus]C'monWhassup - whassup, whassup, whassup?Whassup, whassup, whassup?Whassup, whassup, whassup?Whassup, whassup?Whassup, whassup, whassup?Whassup, whassup..
