Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yeah Yeah, artist - Saigon. Album song The Greatest Story Never Told Chapter 2 Bread and Circuses, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2012
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Yeah Yeah |
What’s up? |
Yeah yeah |
Your boy Saigon, I’m in here |
Yeah yeah! |
Y’all ready? |
Uh, c’mon |
Y’all niggaz want it? |
Y’all niggaz get it |
Hospital bed, nigga get admitted |
My niggaz got it, y’all niggaz want it |
Put a knife in your shirt, it hurt don’t it? |
Now if this the hottest beat of the year say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!) |
Ready to start whylin in here, say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!) |
Rockin with Saigon this year, say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!) |
Yeah yeah! |
(Yeah yeah!) Yeah yeah! |
(Yeah yeah!) |
Why y’all wanna make me get back on my bull job? |
Even though I hang with the Gang of those Good Guys |
We don’t fear no man, play like you Conan |
I’ma have your whole fam sayin they goodbyes |
I might be the wrong one to try to intimidate |
If some shootin is goin on, I’ma participate |
If some lootin is goin on, I’ma participate |
Cause I’m tired of seein the designs on the dinner plate |
Need some food on it, lasagna, and a steak |
So I’ma move on it, piranhas infiltrate |
You feel like a Navy SEAL, the real shady deal |
We the ones crazy real, that ain’t just the way we feel |
These are facts, you can even act |
Or you could check my hood credit scores, Equifax |
Yah — this is what I suggest |
If you the truth nigga take a lie detector test, yes |
Knahmean? |
These niggaz’ll fail a lie detector test (haha, all them niggaz) |
Fraudulent ass motherfuckers (do it again) |
Get 'em! |
Uh, I’m insightful, like I read ten Bibles |
My wheel turn faster than a fuckin spin cycle |
I ain’t seen an encyclopedia since high school |
That’s around the time I start fuckin with thin rifles |
Talkin in your soft comm' |
Bustin, discussin just like a pork rind |
You was a muh’fucker that fought crime |
Now they gave you a microphone and some talk time |
You turned into a porcupine, you ain’t never walked the line |
Never walked a yard, you just talkin hard |
You go to Hell, you send 'em rhymes and swore to God |
You a fraud, and a fraud in the presence of the Lord |
to my dawgs is startin to look like a smörgåsbord |
I don’t idolize, I’m cooler than (Charles in Charge) |
Smooth as Ahmad Rasheed, your music is yadda-yah |
A lot of blah, and bangin drums on a hard guitar |
Your content is nonsense, gar-bage (garbage) |
Haha, ay, you know how many of these niggaz |
don’t be talkin about shit on they records? |
(none of 'em) |
The beat be savin it |
Fuck it, let’s do it one more time |