Yes Yes Y’all

[Verse 1]
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/green
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

[Hook] {x4}
Can I get a yes yes y'all
(Yes yes y'all!)

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]

Yo hold up! Tone drop it

[Verse 3]
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

[Hook]