Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yay Yay, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Date of issue: 15.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yay Yay |
| Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox |
| Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block |
| Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot |
| Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock |
| That yay yay |
| That yay yay |
| I’m a drug dealin' nigga, cause them grades ain’t get me paid |
| My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid |
| See my daughter need some shoes and my mom work overtime |
| So I’m standin' by that stop sign with nickels and them dimes |
| Keep that work, got that Oxy, need that kilo, call that papi |
| Know my steelo, shrimp with sake, sold that hero’n, look like toffee |
| Keep my nina, just might off him, no them boys on Figg don’t play |
| Most my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd |
| Used to fight on 49th, Grandma said be home by night |
| But her old ass sixty something, so three hours late aiight |
| Still I love her, R.I.P., when she died, I took her place |
| And became a fucking G, moved my crack across the street |
| Figg get it, get it yeah |
| Drug dealin' nigga |
| Yawk yawk yawk |
| I’m a drug dealin' nigga, roll my cyc' on Hoover’s street |
| Just a year after Pac died we all bump Suga Free |
| Didn’t know what he was sayin' til them years done jumped to three |
| Learned the game, slangin' hoes and every car door need a key |
| Charge them smokers day through night, sellin' pies who need a slice |
| Life is craps so shoot the dice, get the cheese but cut the mice |
| Enemies be left to right, we don’t call our shit the trap |
| Bitch we call our shit the set, unless we OD with Reynold’s Wrap |
| After crack it’s Oxy next, but thank God the yay was yay |
| Off the yee like it’s the bay, rock a chain I’m Kunta K |
| Out in Texas what’s the word, keep them packs and that’s for sure |
| Slang to him and slang to her, ask a fiend they will concur |