Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yeah Yeah U Know It, artist - Keith Murray. Album song He's Keith Murray, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Yeah Yeah U Know It |
A si se coje toma |
Just blaze, you son of a gun! |
Yeah yeah you know it, ain’t scared to show it |
We do dis' like we want to and don’t give fuck |
Yeah yeah you know it, ain’t scared to show it |
It go |
Lights, camera, action you’re on |
«Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on» |
I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word ball |
Cause cats out here dont be sayin' jack bone |
I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic |
Old folks say «that boy need the lord in his life» |
Nigga, think you can phase me??? |
But nigga, you must be crazy!!! |
It go «ese loco, dame un beso» |
Dominican girls, them call us negro |
I keep it short pony, short camel toe |
The reason why man, I dont know |
No matter where I go, here I go, there I go, I’m propa |
And keep shit poppin' like orville redenbacher |
More freaky-deaky wit' the speechy |
I stay off the meat rack b! |
(exactly) |
— repeat 2X |
Sermon, bless a flow you know God sent me |
Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley |
I’m dope (oh yeah you know it) |
Got a infared beam (ain't scared to show it) |
Peep it, check my movement this here feel right (how???) |
Check his cap make sure his pill right (boy) |
You a fake thug wit' a deal |
The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill |
You cats is kittens boy drink this milk |
Put down that Hennessy son ya killin' me |
Dub, I snatch the corn from the children |
Stashed it in ya homeboy’s buildin' |
(Stop he’s killin' him somebody call the cops!!!) |
Yeah call 911, and watch no one come |
That’s to show you how nice I am |
The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam |
Woah! |
— repeat 2X |
In the bed I’m the marathon man, Redman |
Hittin' more walls than aerosol cans, don’t I??? |
(Yeah Yeah you know it) |
And when I fuck… (Ain't scared to show it) |
And when the Brick’s outta control, barricade the city |
There’s an outbreak in ya outta state committee |
You seen it (yeah yeah you know it) |
And if you got it… (ain't scared to show it) |
You want the bad guy — here I am |
I got them hoes on Gilla cam |
Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan |
You as small as a kilogram |
I’m an airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man |
I’m the boss |
Stock tha Binaca |
Shut up all the gossip, bring the rosta |
I whoop ass like Ike Turner any day |
When I stomp emcees out I yell «Annie Mae???» |
Whether I’m hot or not, pigeons gon' flock |
They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on Doc |
Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food |
Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool, cool |
— repeat till end |