Lyrics:
slanging yack
On the track, and smoking fat sacks with my mistress
What is this, my life as a misfit
I got too many things, going on
And not enough
to be alive
You ain't talkin' about nothing, I ain't got no time, facts
I was just tryna relax
Roll me up a join, I'm sippin' on yack
Nothing to it,
keep floatin.
We gettin loose a lil bit, but everybody focused.
Cause everybody on yack and every body scopin.
Keep a unit in my face and back against
that for a fact (O oh)
Take all of that shit apart
Did all this shit for a yack (O oh)
Yeah, the lean made my side hurt, yeah
Like I got cramps (Ugh)
Baby, baby you're in my system.
Baby, baby tell me your listening.
Now this goes out to all my playas in the back sippin' yack.
Bendin' 'round
crack
Accompanied with the fat funk flows and tracks
So what you saying black, with all that yackedy yack?
My artifacts can't be beat with bats
I'm
what's underneath
I woke up with a heartbeat
Like a panic attack
Yackity yackity yackity yackity yack
I can't tell my brain to not talk back
But hey
fatty
Pulling her rat, yack
Spill my beet drink, and rub my stink feet on the laminant
Stalker fans, come through and examine it
Make songs with my
the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin' right back
I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin' the game off the yack
I'm strapped with two blacks, 'cause I
Niggas can't hold me back
We ain't comin' for no bullshit
Niggas talking all that yackedy yack, word up
Here's to Mrl Keith Murray
The Mr.
crack
Accompanied with the fat funk flows and tracks
So what you saying black, with all that yackedy yack?
My artifacts can't be beat with bats
I'm
the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin' right back
I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin' the game off the yack
I'm strapped with two blacks, 'cause I
a spot
I was good for 4 days off yack and chronic and makin' a plot
Cause murder was the case, when I saw his face
Took his life, left his brains all
and pussy collisions
You're a irrisistable bitch and all that
Me I'm rich as fuck plus I smell like yack so come on
Chorus, Repeat 2X:
Irristable bitch
yourself a bad name
Yackidy yack the threats in fact is that lame
You can't tell that axe arranged
Think I'm wearing a bulls eye
Just all them cats got bad
stupid
We strapped all stupid, I'll get you clapped all stupid
Don't let the pills and the yack make you act all stupid
Yeah I do my thing all stupid,
Yup, I rep the few that
Could sell you their life story in two acts, from New Yack
The he who would find glory and knew that
I started in
from Dots
And the whole hood miss them
Why you think there's so much yack in the system?
Henny and the mally, man mix dem
Put the crème brûlée
the map on my back (uh)
She make it clap for the Snap, yeah
The back wasn't bad but there's no way I'm tacklin' that (no)
I'm wit' ya gyal on some yack
slanging yack
On the track, and smoking fat sacks with my mistress
What is this, my life as a misfit
I got too many things, going on
And not enough
waves beneath the caps plus
Blades & speaker amps
Bust strays when heaters clap
It's that "Gangsta Boogie"
Pimpin' I'm back, sippin' the yack
Grippin'
yack I rock proud, release my mortal coil
Your middleclass grungetrash, style is outdated
Like that bellbotom, jheri curl, time to get faded
Dresscode,
and back
Blaze the sac and pass back my yack
X2
Three wheels Homeboy, Three Wheels
Let me see your low rider "G" skills
X2
One switch, Two switch, Three
ten thousand a stack
I know them folks owe me homey, got me under attack
I'm still pulling on a Cuban with a big cover yack
[Chorus]
[WC]
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