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Redman

Genres: Hip-Hop

Yesh Yesh Y'all Lyrics - Redman

Hard beats like this keep my mentality raw 

I G off C for lyrics to blow off them Lex door 

My tex-ture be the kind that explore 

MC's then blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor 

 

I'm more wetter than your boy bigger 

So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemploy nigga 

I should own a fly bitch house and a Benz 

But I got chicken heads criminals and broke friends 

 

That love to get in, keep the seventeen spinnin' 

Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to split end 

Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture 

'Cause when I'm shittin' niggaz hit mo decks than a skipper 

 

Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary, Anne and Ginger 

Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigger 

Waters out I got orders to kill 'em softly 

I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me 

 

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Who's the boss, G you better radio the walkie talkie 

For the Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me 

Got a big dick and your bitch click 

When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast 

 

Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track 

Milkier than Similak when I'm next up to bat 

Redman is on the mic and I'ma 

Dope motherfucker, yeah, you best ax somebody, Snoop 

 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

 

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Fuck the talk I walk whatever I claim to do 

Knock a mule on her ass and turn her pussy black and blue 

You couldn't run up if your fighter was virtual 

I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots 

 

It's a thin line between love and hate 

It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight 

Deaths by far, my rap repatoire 

Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar 

 

We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the 

Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your baby, mama 

Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here 

Male groupies gettin' shaky when I come from the rear 

 

Hah, that get on your nerve neighbor that play the 

Music loud as fuck three in the mornin' off a paper 

With mad Zul in the L S C 

In the downtown area, scannin' the perimeter 

 

All my boos with the open toed shoes 

If you ain't gettin' that pussy eaten right, let me show you 

Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox said 

Ain't No Nigga like the Funk Doctor Spock G 

 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

 

Yo, as I dive into the crowd 

I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud 

Who da fuck runnin' off at dey mouf? 

I let my nigga Fifty Cent knock that ass out 

 

Word bond, bitches talkin' 'bout pourin' out Cristal 

And Dom P they better stick to Sade 

Blackin' out whylin', smackin' out weaves 

Break niggaz cheap ass chains and medallions 

 

You're just a part time sucker in the game 

Shit is real motherfucker start namin' names 

And if you name my name I whoop ass like Steven Seagal 

Give you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin' train 

 

Let your brains hang from the 808 bang 

And if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to blame 

Yesh yesh ya'll 

Yesh yesh 

 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

(We'll be right back with some more funk shit) 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

(For all you stankin' asses after we pay these bills) 

Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop 

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