Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yessir!, artist - MF DOOM. Date of issue: 22.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yessir! |
| Live in stereo! |
| Yessir! |
| This what I wanna hear my nigga, yeah |
| Yeah yeah (These parts bogie) |
| You don’t even know that’s the official word up in the town |
| You heard? |
| (Yeah) hahaha (Who needs trees?) |
| Get that swing (Yessir!) get it in man (Yeah) |
| That’s the official shit kid, mm-hmm (Fuck that) |
| Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park and shit |
| What are you going to rap about? |
| Yeah, when niggas was rhymin hard and comin crazy |
| Electrifying and vivid (All that, all that) yo |
| I’m like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I’m mad high |
| Stolen black Jag, I brag fly, yeah |
| Yo, a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes |
| The Jews want the crib when the God dies |
| I’m deadly, metaphors’ll dog you |
| While I’m in the Forbes, first 500 niggas who raw live |
| Yo B, the nigga Shallah, he low-key |
| But he O.G., half of his niggas gone or in hidin |
| Federales’ll sneak, police, holdin my old piece |
| Heard the young policeman died |
| 58 carats of glass, the Aston blueberry black |
| Where I keep my ices and knives at |
| One of the force rawest |
| Yo, we’re British aware who get money, shoot dice in his fortress |
| Mocknecks and stragglers |
| Eightball jackets the hagglers of the rap game, post up, surprise |
| I want that spot |
| Coolin with the Supervillain team, all you other playboys is twats |
| Niggas be down for the murder game |
| Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a nigga frame |
| I’m thirsty, hungry like a Somalian |
| Prol’ly with them niggas with the waves in they dome like tsunami |
| All we do is get fresh and fuck ma probably |
| Yo' baby mother gave me head in Barney’s while I calmly |
| And I got giants in armies |
| While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas |
| Yeah, Chef back, some call him Louis Smith |
| Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack |
| We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith |
| 700 dollar jeans, keepin your man distance |
| Yeah son, gimme your ear son |
| Yo yo yo, yo yo get the fuck away from the ropes man |
| Fuckin' chicken, ha ha ha |
| Doom, the warning signal again, somebody approaches! |
| What manner of creatures are these? |
| There they are again, FIRE! |
| A gunshot from inside the house, forces a change of plans |
| Okay, let’s make sure all the windows are covered |
| A straightforward entry has turned |
| Into what appears to be a barricaded standoff |
| POLICE DEPARTMENT! |
| COME TO THE FRONT DOOR! |
| Anything you say, cracker |
| As the funky beat continues |