Yes Yes Ya'll

Here comes the brother with more bread than Wonder

Striking like thunder, making niggas jump like they hit the number

I'm from the, underground scene taking Al's Greene

Torching more niggas than Idi Amin

I mean

I chop chop rebels

I turning maggot faggot hard rocks into Fruity Pebbles

Yo, I'm just a man listen

Use your Pretty Brown Eyes to see my styles in Mint Condition

Red Hot's that brother with that flavor, flow

To make the crowd go ho!

Yo, yo my style's cock diesel

Knees'll start to stutter then break out like the measles

So pass the M.I.C. so I can yap my Trapper

And open up John like an MD

All you niggas are a trip so I'll see you next fall

And if I got the flavor

Can I get a yes yes y'all

(Yes yes y'all!)

Now sugar come and check this, sweat this

You bet this fella still putting lines together like Tetris

Yet this style slam dunks on ya child

Brothers can't hack this although they're living foul

Swish

Who's next on the list?

I'll rip you in Carnegie Halls with my menthol lyptus

The cool out kid, yo I'll flip ya lid

It's not the beauty shop, but can I get my head did?

I'm live as rock when I rock soft rocks trying to rock hard rock

When crowd rocks opening Planet Rock

You ain't shit

You're bullshit

You're weak shit

Get ya stepped on like dog shit

I'm coming around to please the rockers and hip hoppers

And R&B poppers and snatching bodies like the Tommyknockers

All you niggas are a trip so I'll see you next fall

And if I got the flavor

Yo hold up! Tone drop it

I heat it up like Chef Boyardee and listen to Tony Toni Tone

Cause it feels good whenever I beef-aroni

I'll knock ah

I got proof like Vodka

Knocka

That I calm bitches like Chaka

I spit in Billy's Ocean, shit in Van's Damme

Piss in Richard's Bay, Tom Cruise by Rainman

Swim in Crystal Waters cause Red Hot delivers

Doggy paddle in Missy/Ms. Sea and back stroke in Joan's Rivers

If there's a girl I could knock I would knock

I could knock this hood rock set crazy like Woodstock

I'll hurry

To hit a ho ho that's merry

I got pull

To suck the juice out of Halle's Berry

I'll veri-fy, got the juice for your mind

To quench your brain cells if food for thought

Rhyme after rhyme

Time after time

I'm hitting hoes like sunshine, nothing less than a dime

All you niggas are a trip so I'll see you next fall

And if I got the flavor