Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yes Y'all, artist - Heavy D. & The Boyz. Album song Blue Funk, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: MCA
Song language: English
Yes Y'all |
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. |
Do it like this though, do it like this though, do it like this though. |
Make it fat like |
DIS, dis, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh |
HEH, heh, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh |
Aiyyo ruff ruff rugged rugged ruff ruff digga Dan |
Who’s that? |
The man, I’mma slam it like Bam-Bam |
The big man, the bigger plan, the nigga jams |
Quick to figure and I pack Palladium stadium stands |
Rugged raw, clear the floor |
R&B hardcore plenty more. |
been on plenty tours |
Been in plenty drawers, far from just okey-doke |
Not into no hokey-poke, although I may drink a Coke |
Hell no I won’t smoke no coke |
Steady steady but ready for pitty petty |
Big and heavy, far from Chevy, so save your gas for Getti |
Mic check it, microphone check it |
Watch me wreck it; |
I’m never half steppin |
Chorus: various samples |
Far from a chump, I’m a champ, I get amped |
When I run through camps, gimme some plaques on the stamp, HEY |
I need a girl who got plenty trunk, who knows I got ghetto funk |
Not into blunts but I be on a stunt hunt |
Got crazy drama, dramatics, big girls in Bahamas are addicts |
So now they cling like static, dig it |
I rolled up on some old wonderama type of drama |
I’ma, comma, big belly punanny momma harmer |
Bag a cute, so NIGHT troops, I’m all about |
Two scoops, I cut loose, just me and a few troops |
To handle static to me is automatic |
I never panic or stall, I’m gigantic so yes, y’all |
Uhh, king of the big boys, bigger boys, don’t even matter |
Save all the chitter chatter, I make em split and scatter |
I keep em goin for blocks, I never ran from cops |
I roll with my flock, and get props from dreadlocks |
I treat a mic like a bad habit, I grab it I gotta have it |
A funky junkie flippin styles is automatic |
I freak a beat like a prostitute, I’m always in hot pursuit |
I’m tryin to get lots of loot, lots of boots |
Do jungle rocks like a hustler moving crack |
Like a muscl-er microphone damager handin ya rough like a wrang-ler |
Sew up cities with girls of pretty, known for the nitty gritty |
My flavor, is major, you’re itty bitty |
Chorus: repeat to end |