Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yeah , by - eLZhi. Release date: 15.10.2019
Song language: English
Yeah |
| Up early |
| Top of the morning to you weak idiotic motherfuckers |
| It’s new Phat Kat and Elzhi |
| Yeah nigga! |
| Your now listenin to the voice of reason |
| I do it for you hatin cocksuckers and the none believin |
| Here’s another classic for y’all to sink y’all teeth in |
| Don’t be mad at me and mine cause y’all still underachievin |
| We out cold in the D, me and my niggas stay freezin |
| I ain’t friendly, fuck all that smilin and grinnin |
| Quick to turn a situation to the start of your endin |
| Where niggas is grimy, we all got cases just pendin |
| Face on America’s Most Wanted, try to find the defendant |
| You silly rappers, still yappin about your cars and your wheels |
| Truthfully you need to focus more on buildin your skills |
| You’re still, stuck in a time warp, we light years ahead of y’all |
| Real on the comp, I smash all competitors |
| I’m ill with the battles, too clever with the metaphors |
| Dilla told me 'Kat, keep your foot on they neck |
| And don’t even breath on a track unless they cuttin the check' |
| A lot of suckers won’t like it, but they gotta respect |
| How I don’t water my shit down for the record execs |
| A lot of suckers won’t like it, but they gotta respect |
| How I don’t water my shit down for the record execs |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| Now put your hands up high |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| It’s Phat Kat and Elzhi |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| Yeah, you know it sound fly |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| We bringin hip hop back, it’s no lie |
| Modern day Alex Haley, off the Bailey’s |
| Strikin niggas on the daily, for comin out they face like Israelis |
| It’s so blissful, listenin to the official |
| There’s no issue, the flow could melt a snow crystal |
| I bring the drama and spring the armor out my bomber |
| Like Osama, I quote, your float on the ways of karma |
| The crowd pleaser, give your child a mild seizure |
| Rock a style Caesar, run with crooks and wild skeezers |
| Vacate your premises, him against your nemesis, equal hemorrhages |
| Bad dreams and foul images |
| Y’all real funny, when I rain it spills runny |
| While it’s still sunny, I bill money and drill hunnies |
| DJ’s on the wheels spun me |
| At the right clubs, even lit up the white pubs like lightbulbs |
| Top notch, trippin off of movies off my watch |
| Drinkin scotch, observin as I watch what you botch |
| Yeah, it’s the phenomenon, disguised as a common don |
| Spittin kamis, bombs, grenades, you laid, remember my grade |
| The phlegm that I sprayed, sharper than a Samaurai blade |
| Bet it could trim a guy’s fade |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| Now turn your levels up high |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| It’s Phat Kat and Elzhi |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| Pour the Henny and spark the ty |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| We livin it real, 'til the day that we die (die) |
| The phony MC’s, they speak my name in vein is blasphemy |
| Probably mad cause his ho tried to get after me |
| Cross my path and end up a catastrophe |
| I told you the flows I rock nigga, they come naturally |
| Elzhi he told me 'Kat you shinin |
| And with every line that you spit, it’s like your levels is climbin' |
| Cause in the booth, I’m the savior |
| The fruits on my labor |
| Used to have me on the top of the roof with a laser |
| Kangaroo boots and my pager |
| Crew your get paid a, if they gank some loot and a major |
| Tore off half of your leg and the blast only graze ya |
| Don’t gamble with your life cause Detroit niggas will fade ya |
| Got fans all over the land from London to Jamaica |
| Paris, France, Asia, Hampton and Malaysia |
| Lost the whole day flyin from Sydney, Australia |
| Back in L.A., I caught the Pistons and the Lakers |
| Butter pecan, she got the haters catchin vapors |
| I seen the world, I’ve been all over this bitch |
| And my mind is rich, you need to try to find your niche |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| You gotta keep 'em up high |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| We want to see you touch the sky |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| It’s Phat Kat and Elzhi |
| (Yeah nigga) |
| Yo, I’m the chose king, when flows swing, the blows sting |
| Hoes cleanin my clothes, I stand out like nose rings |
| At any given time I will shatter the soul |
| Your head and your hat is just rolled, I splatter your hole |
| It’s the confusin words, makin 'em confusin |
| Words of what you heard, how to die losin |
| Niggas remain cheesed, they main squeeze is on they knees |
| As my trainees on how to give me a brain freeze |
| Now me the prick, was flyin bullets out the heater quick |
| Defeat a clique, I’m even sweeter when the beat is sick |
| Dick long as that centimeter stick |
| Chicks feel it in they stomach like it’s a fetus, when the fetus kick |
| Pullin thoughts out of thin air that my pen share |
| I’m been rare, even if I came as a twin pair |
| Oh no, the flow doesn’t end there |
| Strokin my chin hair, I’ll send flares to clear it out like skin care |
| Provoke the scanner, better be in a jokin manner |
| Cause my spoken grammar, comes equipped with cloak and dagger |
| Good luck shit, I’m the one you can’t fuck with |
| In a truck lit, by the crib near the lake, where the doves sit |
| What bitch (what bitch, what bitch …) |