Yeh Suh! Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

We deep (Yeh Suh!) 

We creep (Yeh suh!) 

We throw, we blow (uh huh yea suh!) 

We fly (Yeh suh!) 

No lie (Yeh suh!) 

Off the trank and the dank so high (Yeh suh!) 

Its my arrival and my survival 

I'm skyin higher then messiah and his bible 

Watch for that rifle 

Watch for that psycho 

Yo breezy chosen, n she lookin' kinda tight tho 

Now if you talk the talk you gotta walk the walk don't let this pretty face fool ya 'cause I'm a Savage like a Dallas maverick I got nephews that'll do ya Snatch that jersey off your skeleton with the quickness 

And if its wall to wall betta guard your jaw we handlin bi'ness 

Servin this game like tennis we up in this mean Muggin 

Crackin the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin 

Blowin our trees cousin 

It gets sticky in the pain 

Tricky in the tank 

And don't miss me wit that dank 

500 fronted on the street equals 65 G's 

In that Jordan briefcase like that boy from the p 

Bigger then show biz 

So I'm stayin focused 

When they holla at the club 

How much them blows is 

We deep (Yeh Suh!) 

We creep (Yeh suh!) 

We throw, we blow (uh huh yea suh!) 

We fly (Yeh suh!) 

No lie (Yeh suh!) 

Off the trank and the dank so high (Yeh suh!) 

We deep (Yeh Suh!) 

We creep (Yeh suh!) 

We throw, we blow (uh huh yea suh!) 

We fly (Yeh suh!) 

No lie (Yeh suh!) 

Off the trank and the dank so high (Yeh suh!) 

I remember when my thugz 

Showed me how to slang heat Hollerin 

Fixin how ta talk man we gonna bring beat Ya 

Now guess what I'm goin through and this what I stand for 

Thuggin ain't that legal but I'm doin what I can boy 

But I sound small I as I'm is 

Sound as raw as I'm is 

I pop n lift mic's while I bench press heads 

Down is all in it 

See niggaz ballin in it 

Ball alotta, tellin a sad story we know why I got it 

Niggas bad at the game they ain't showin no love 

That's cold nigga deal with it show'em you thug 

Havin, Partna's in prision n a few dead friends 

Was the Streets way of showin me two dead ends 

Then the beats got to showin me you can make ends 

Goin hard in the pank when the pussy boys can't 

One thug that had some said that boy Bash 

That manilla world send max pain comin for that ass. Yeh Suh! 

We Deep (Yeh Suh!) 

We Creep (Yeh Suh!) 

We throw, we blow (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 

We Fly (Yeh Suh!) 

No Lie (Yeh Suh!) 

Off the Trank and the dank so High (Yeh Suh!) 

We Deep (Yeh Suh!) 

We Creep (Yeh Suh!) 

We throw, we blow (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 

We Fly (Yeh Suh!) 

No Lie (Yeh Suh!) 

Off the Trank and the dank so High (Yeh Suh!) 

I'm just a mack man 

I'm just a mack man 

And if its crackin where you mackin where you at man 

I'm just a mack man 

I'm just a mack man 

And if its crackin where you mackin where you at man 

I'm just a mack man 

I'm just a mack man 

And if its crackin where you mackin where you at man 

I'm just a mack man 

I'm just a mack man 

And if its crackin where you mackin where you at man 

We Deep (Yeh Suh!) 

We Creep (Yeh Suh!) 

We throw, we blow (Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 

We Fly (Yeh Suh!) 

No Lie (Yeh Suh!) 

Off the Trank and the dank so High (Yeh Suh!)