Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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Your middleclass grungetrash, style is outdated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,
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]
Hit like
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
couldn't hang, and it's a shame
That I remember when she started actin' crazily
Was first day she brought my yay to me
Let's get some yack because you
With half your ass hangin' up off your back
So hold your motherfuckin' nut sack I'm off the yack nigga
Put your dead homey up in my seat
Open up
Got you a sack of that yack and snored it, and snored it up
Than robbed another nigga the cut cause you didn't give a fuck
Everybody is blessed wit tha
he own it jack
And he on about half a pill and he don't wanna yack
So he keep it rollin' like that dice game
Homies talk shit, Andrew Dice Clay
and drink yack
Known to break bizacks
When you see me nigga violently I can get
Tap that ass claim you know where my gang hang at
Long beach, east nigga
to do some shit tonight
Then go get them and y'all come see me
Cause my niggas drinking yack tonight
And wouldn't mind a little bit of ass tonight
these D's
Major 5 power and a hoopty fulla G's
We swingin to the left, and we swingin it to the back
In the baby blue 6-4 off that motherfuckin yack
a sip of my yack
chorus:
im fresh to death
money in the pocket
name on the marquee
tonight we gona rock shit
aint nuttin new its the way we do
shit
face it's a print on
Every time that record plays shawties get to dip and low
Jay Claude in the back that's my kin folk
Buzzing off the yack and a couple
sole mio
I go trekking on a kà-yack
And a shot is waiting for me....
Let's swap (swop) ski boots for flip flops
And the mountains for the sea
Now that
crying. And everytime you see me, made in the image of God so not only am I gleaming, bitch I'm always gone shine.
A shot of yack, another black, another
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