Yes Yes Yall Lyrics

[Scarface]
Give it up for the invincible, it's H-Town's finest
The GB, the general, the street shit, the timers
The motherf**kin 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 motherf**ker
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, f**k the critics y'all
Hoe niggaz make me hotter than tabasco
Play with my money I'ma kick you in your a*shole
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?)
f**k nah! (What's your position on a snitch homey?)
f**k laws! (They say the Beatles was the biggest)
Nigga f**k Paul, and the rest of y'all!
I'm the little motherf**ker with the big d**k 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 f**k you note
Schumaker's got a desk job, f**k 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 f**kin I'ma get on dawg

[Scarface]
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, d**k 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

[Chorus]

C'mon
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Wha*sup, wha*sup, wha*sup?
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Wha*sup, wha*sup..

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