YESSIR!
๐ต 2248 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:34 duration
๐ ID: 1368291
๐ Lyrics
Live in stereo
Yes sir! This what I wanna hear my ****, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You don't even know that's the official word up in the town
You heard? (Who need trees?)
Get that swing (yessir!) (Get it in, man), yeah
That's the official shit (stop playin', man), kid, mm-hmm (fuck that)
Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park 'n shit (what are you thinkin' they rap about?)
Yeah, when **** was rhymin' hard and comin' crazy
Electrifying and vivid, yo
I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag, and I'm mad high
Stolen black Jag, I brag fly, yeah
Yo, a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes
The Jews want the crib when the God dies
I'm deadly, metaphors'll dog you while I'm in the Forbes
First 500 **** who raw live
Yo, B, the **** Shallah, he low-key
But he O.G., half of his **** gone or in hidin'
Federallis'll sneak, police, holdin' my old piece
Heard the young policeman died
58 carats of glass, the Aston
Blueberry black, where I keep my ices and knives at
One of the force rawest, yo, we're British aware
Who get money, shoot dice in his fortress
Mocknecks and stragglers, eightball jackets
The hagglers of the rap game, post up surprise
I want that spot, coolin' with the Supervillain team
All you other playboys is twats
**** be down for the murder game
Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a **** frame
I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalian
Polly with them **** with the waves in they dome like tsunami
All we do is get fresh and fuck ma
Probably yo' baby ma gave me head in Barney's while I calmly
And I got giants in armies
While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas
Yeah, Chef back, some call him Louis Smith
Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack
We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith
700 dollar jeans, keepin' your man distance
Yeah, son, gimme your ear son
(Yo, yo, yo), yo, yo, get the fuck away from the ropes, man
(**** is fuckin' chicken)
Doom, the warning signal again
Somebody approaches!
What matter of creatures are these?
There they are again, fire!
A gunshot from inside the house forces a change of plans
A straightforward entry has turned into what appears to be
A barricaded stand-off
Police department! Come to the front door!
Anything you say, cracker
As the funky beat continues
Yes sir! This what I wanna hear my ****, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You don't even know that's the official word up in the town
You heard? (Who need trees?)
Get that swing (yessir!) (Get it in, man), yeah
That's the official shit (stop playin', man), kid, mm-hmm (fuck that)
Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park 'n shit (what are you thinkin' they rap about?)
Yeah, when **** was rhymin' hard and comin' crazy
Electrifying and vivid, yo
I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag, and I'm mad high
Stolen black Jag, I brag fly, yeah
Yo, a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes
The Jews want the crib when the God dies
I'm deadly, metaphors'll dog you while I'm in the Forbes
First 500 **** who raw live
Yo, B, the **** Shallah, he low-key
But he O.G., half of his **** gone or in hidin'
Federallis'll sneak, police, holdin' my old piece
Heard the young policeman died
58 carats of glass, the Aston
Blueberry black, where I keep my ices and knives at
One of the force rawest, yo, we're British aware
Who get money, shoot dice in his fortress
Mocknecks and stragglers, eightball jackets
The hagglers of the rap game, post up surprise
I want that spot, coolin' with the Supervillain team
All you other playboys is twats
**** be down for the murder game
Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a **** frame
I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalian
Polly with them **** with the waves in they dome like tsunami
All we do is get fresh and fuck ma
Probably yo' baby ma gave me head in Barney's while I calmly
And I got giants in armies
While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas
Yeah, Chef back, some call him Louis Smith
Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack
We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith
700 dollar jeans, keepin' your man distance
Yeah, son, gimme your ear son
(Yo, yo, yo), yo, yo, get the fuck away from the ropes, man
(**** is fuckin' chicken)
Doom, the warning signal again
Somebody approaches!
What matter of creatures are these?
There they are again, fire!
A gunshot from inside the house forces a change of plans
A straightforward entry has turned into what appears to be
A barricaded stand-off
Police department! Come to the front door!
Anything you say, cracker
As the funky beat continues
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.32]Live in stereo
[00:03.04]Yes sir! This what I wanna hear my ****, yeah
[00:07.59]Yeah, yeah
[00:09.81]You don't even know that's the official word up in the town
[00:12.69]You heard? (Who need trees?)
[00:15.38]Get that swing (yessir!) (Get it in, man), yeah
[00:18.05]That's the official shit (stop playin', man), kid, mm-hmm (fuck that)
[00:21.14]Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park 'n shit (what are you thinkin' they rap about?)
[00:24.90]Yeah, when **** was rhymin' hard and comin' crazy
[00:29.54]Electrifying and vivid, yo
[00:34.41]I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag, and I'm mad high
[00:37.19]Stolen black Jag, I brag fly, yeah
[00:39.15]Yo, a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes
[00:42.13]The Jews want the crib when the God dies
[00:43.92]I'm deadly, metaphors'll dog you while I'm in the Forbes
[00:46.65]First 500 **** who raw live
[00:48.38]Yo, B, the **** Shallah, he low-key
[00:50.44]But he O.G., half of his **** gone or in hidin'
[00:52.89]Federallis'll sneak, police, holdin' my old piece
[00:55.75]Heard the young policeman died
[00:57.35]58 carats of glass, the Aston
[00:59.60]Blueberry black, where I keep my ices and knives at
[01:02.09]One of the force rawest, yo, we're British aware
[01:04.36]Who get money, shoot dice in his fortress
[01:06.65]Mocknecks and stragglers, eightball jackets
[01:08.52]The hagglers of the rap game, post up surprise
[01:11.03]I want that spot, coolin' with the Supervillain team
[01:13.87]All you other playboys is twats
[01:15.76]**** be down for the murder game
[01:17.35]Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a **** frame
[01:20.01]I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalian
[01:22.07]Polly with them **** with the waves in they dome like tsunami
[01:24.60]All we do is get fresh and fuck ma
[01:26.60]Probably yo' baby ma gave me head in Barney's while I calmly
[01:29.87]And I got giants in armies
[01:31.49]While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas
[01:33.68]Yeah, Chef back, some call him Louis Smith
[01:35.92]Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack
[01:38.02]We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith
[01:40.68]700 dollar jeans, keepin' your man distance
[01:43.06]Yeah, son, gimme your ear son
[01:44.85](Yo, yo, yo), yo, yo, get the fuck away from the ropes, man
[01:47.57](**** is fuckin' chicken)
[02:01.12]Doom, the warning signal again
[02:03.57]Somebody approaches!
[02:05.69]What matter of creatures are these?
[02:09.27]There they are again, fire!
[02:13.06]A gunshot from inside the house forces a change of plans
[02:19.74]A straightforward entry has turned into what appears to be
[02:23.05]A barricaded stand-off
[02:25.01]Police department! Come to the front door!
[02:27.69]Anything you say, cracker
[02:31.05]As the funky beat continues
[02:33.10]
[00:03.04]Yes sir! This what I wanna hear my ****, yeah
[00:07.59]Yeah, yeah
[00:09.81]You don't even know that's the official word up in the town
[00:12.69]You heard? (Who need trees?)
[00:15.38]Get that swing (yessir!) (Get it in, man), yeah
[00:18.05]That's the official shit (stop playin', man), kid, mm-hmm (fuck that)
[00:21.14]Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park 'n shit (what are you thinkin' they rap about?)
[00:24.90]Yeah, when **** was rhymin' hard and comin' crazy
[00:29.54]Electrifying and vivid, yo
[00:34.41]I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag, and I'm mad high
[00:37.19]Stolen black Jag, I brag fly, yeah
[00:39.15]Yo, a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes
[00:42.13]The Jews want the crib when the God dies
[00:43.92]I'm deadly, metaphors'll dog you while I'm in the Forbes
[00:46.65]First 500 **** who raw live
[00:48.38]Yo, B, the **** Shallah, he low-key
[00:50.44]But he O.G., half of his **** gone or in hidin'
[00:52.89]Federallis'll sneak, police, holdin' my old piece
[00:55.75]Heard the young policeman died
[00:57.35]58 carats of glass, the Aston
[00:59.60]Blueberry black, where I keep my ices and knives at
[01:02.09]One of the force rawest, yo, we're British aware
[01:04.36]Who get money, shoot dice in his fortress
[01:06.65]Mocknecks and stragglers, eightball jackets
[01:08.52]The hagglers of the rap game, post up surprise
[01:11.03]I want that spot, coolin' with the Supervillain team
[01:13.87]All you other playboys is twats
[01:15.76]**** be down for the murder game
[01:17.35]Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a **** frame
[01:20.01]I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalian
[01:22.07]Polly with them **** with the waves in they dome like tsunami
[01:24.60]All we do is get fresh and fuck ma
[01:26.60]Probably yo' baby ma gave me head in Barney's while I calmly
[01:29.87]And I got giants in armies
[01:31.49]While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas
[01:33.68]Yeah, Chef back, some call him Louis Smith
[01:35.92]Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack
[01:38.02]We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith
[01:40.68]700 dollar jeans, keepin' your man distance
[01:43.06]Yeah, son, gimme your ear son
[01:44.85](Yo, yo, yo), yo, yo, get the fuck away from the ropes, man
[01:47.57](**** is fuckin' chicken)
[02:01.12]Doom, the warning signal again
[02:03.57]Somebody approaches!
[02:05.69]What matter of creatures are these?
[02:09.27]There they are again, fire!
[02:13.06]A gunshot from inside the house forces a change of plans
[02:19.74]A straightforward entry has turned into what appears to be
[02:23.05]A barricaded stand-off
[02:25.01]Police department! Come to the front door!
[02:27.69]Anything you say, cracker
[02:31.05]As the funky beat continues
[02:33.10]