Redman — Yesh Yesh Yall

[Into] This is for the real—real—niggas Yo! [Verse 1] Hard beats like this keep my mentality raw I G off C4 lyrics to blow off those Lex doors My texture be the kind that explore MCs And blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor I'm more wetter than your boy vigor So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemployed nigga? I should own a fly bitch, house, and a Benz But I got chickenheads, criminals, and broke friends That love to get ends, keep the seventeens spinnin' Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to splittin' Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture 'Cause when I'm shitting, niggas hit more decks than a skipper Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor... Mortis out, I got orders to kill 'em softly (Uh-huh) I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me Who's the boss, G? You better radio the walkie-talkie (Ugh) For these Fatal Attrac MC's that stalk me (Uh-huh) Got a big dick in your bitch clit When I flip this, I got more work than a Olympic gymnast Bust it, I cut the mustard on any track Milkier than Similac when I'm next up to bat Redman is on the mic and I'ma... (Dope motherfucker) Yeah, you best ask somebody [Hook] "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" [Verse 2] Fuck the talk, I walk whatever I claim to do Knock a mule on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue (Haha) You couldn't run up if your Fighter was Virtua I'm a 'round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my workboots It's a thin line between love and hate It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a .38 Dust by far, my rap repertoire Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar (Ha) We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad When the funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your baby mama Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here Male groupies gettin' shaky when I come from the rear, hah! That get-on-your-nerve neighbor That play the music loud as fuck three in the mornin' off a paper With mad Zul in the L-S-C In the downtown area, scannin' the perimeter All my boos with the open-toed shoes If you ain't gettin' that pussy eaten right, let me show you Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox said "Ain't no nigga like the"—Funk Doctor Spock, G! [Hook] "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" [Verse 3] As I dive into the crowd... Uh-huh I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud Who the fuck runnin' off at they mouth? I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out Word bond! Bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal and Dom P They better stick to Chandon Blackin' out wildin', smackin' out weaves Breakin' niggas' cheap-ass chains and medallions You're just a part-time sucker in the game Shit is real, motherfucker, start namin' names And if you name my name, I whoop ass like Steven Seagal Give you Under Siege 2 without the fucking train Let your brains hang from the 808 bang And if I wrecked your cipher, then my Squad is to blame [Break] ("Yes, yes, y'all") Motherfucker! Haha! ("Yes, yes...") Haha! Haha! Nigga... [Hook] "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" [Outro] We'll be right back with some more funk shit for all you stankin' asses after we pay these bills