Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yes Iyah, artist - Homeboy Sandman. Album song Dusty, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Yes Iyah |
| Johnny on the spot |
| Wit the downhill powerwalk tomahawk chop |
| Wit the moxy and chops to pull up on your spot |
| Or your proxy’s |
| Pop |
| And put it to a stop |
| Constant |
| Every toc we take it from the top |
| It’s that 1 2 3 o’clock 4 o’clock rock |
| Get your app open |
| Plot the course you gotta trot |
| When the mad potent drop of course you gotta cop |
| Been a hot minute since i pulled up on the scene |
| Mad events was not foreseen |
| Next thing that i knew i was laying on a beach |
| Next thing that i knew i was balanced on a beam |
| Last thing that i knew i was rhyming on a beat |
| Now everything’s back to how it oughta be |
| No problem to clutch a mountain by the peak |
| Now that i can touch the bottom of the sea |
| Stuck in my prime, full time heavyweight |
| Three or four hotties chillin poolside anyway |
| Me and mono done sold game to gave game away |
| Found the hypotenuse |
| Barbecues labor day |
| Stones Throw done gone off the deep end |
| Wit enemies like that well who needs friends? |
| Christians told me to repent |
| But i ain’t too pressed |
| No reason to pretend |
| My bad pastor and deacon |
| Signed, boy sand, grandmaster of weekends |
| Widespread hassle and nuisance |
| Not enough time spent following blueprints |
| Not enough time spent tying up loose ends |
| Every joe schmoe wanna put in they two scents |
| And every jane schmane wanna throw in they two more |
| Nonsense, they was my scent but i threw em off |
| I do it all |
| This and that, such and such, way too much to recall |
| 31 flavors come visit and do the waltz |
| Nosey ass neighbors stay listening through the wall |
| Not your regular booty call |
| Ain’t no thing to dig in the booty if duty calls |
| I be beating the booty like it was the booty fault |
| Pull out spray on the beauty a beautiful waterfall |
| That’s TMI i just realized, me and mine |
| Fast track, SESAC, ASCAP, BMI |
| Just wasn’t in the cards until the stars realigned |
| All the way, on our way’s gone away, we arrived |
| The reason why is it’s about time |
| People think of planets like there’s just about nine |
| 20, 30 more you can expect to find expect to find life |
| Talking just about mine |
| Seated head of class the first and last of my kind |
| Then i hit the s’mac up for a nosh of alpine |
| Don’t knock it till you try it |
| You may ask me what about the government lying |
| I would answer to you that’s your problem not mine |
| I’d be not lying |
| Listen i got mine so i do not mind |
| Before i got mine i had to stop trying |
| Before i got mine i had to stop crying |
| Blink of an eye look what has transpired |
| Find me and my camp around the camp fire |
| Sat hatching a plan to build a empire |
| Ain’t one yesman |
| Yes iyah |
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| Johnny on the sphere |
| If anybody asks i was never here |
| In the lunchroom sitting alone my whole career |
| Wear my pants so you cannot see my underwear |
| Clad in scuba gear |
| When i bounce i never bring back a souvenir |
| When it come to kick and the snare I’m never scared |
| You could tell by smile i wear from ear to ear |
| Kinda weird, now and then 12 months of the year i’ll grow a beard |
| Wish you good luck finding the rules to which i adhere |
| Take my last buck, give it to a bum to buy a beer |
| Shed a tear for my once luscious glorious full head of hair |
| It did not help getting it back to say a prayer |
| But thank god that it didn’t stop my being a player |
| Is that clear |
| I try to always keep a pad wit a Pam Grier |
| I’m known to always keep a flask of the panacea |
| I’m known for dropping in and crashing on Pangea |
| Down and dirtier than Bill Lambeer |
| Pull up looking like the president of Zambia |
| Must have caught a pine needle in my pineal |
| Bust off on your couch and now your couch from Ikea |
| That don’t make sense but rest in peace in Phife |
| Type to throw a bee hive in a street fight |
| Just the type to bee-line into deep night |
| With a policy to decline to any e-vite |
| Only deep flies |
| Never three strikes |
| Never deep fried |
| Only green lights |
| World tour all of outdoors |
| Every drop of hot sauce |
| Nothing outsourced |
| Cry out for a encore from the hardcore |
| Introduce your in-laws to the outlaw |
| Greatest look since dinosaurs and the protozoa |
| Greatest hooks since southpaw rocky balboa |
| Before i lived in Brooklyn i was livin in the Lowa |
| Chicks that look like Selma Hayek dancing wit a boa |
| Always interrupt and run up on me outta nowhere |
| Take em to Chipotle and get extra barbacoa |
| Just 'cause i’m the object of they passion and desire |
| Doesn’t mean i’m splurging on they fashionable attire |
| Honey got reliant, started calling me a liar |
| Had to tell her no ma’am |
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