Yaah!

Lyrics

Da da da da
 Da da da da(mc's)
 Da da da da
 Da da da da(yaah)
 Yaah(say what) (8x)
 Break my joint cut my tongue off if i aint tight
 Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die
 If i aint fie
 Cut me up feed me to the roaches let me rot up
 If i dont rot
 Let me go to hell burn sizzlin and simmer
 If i dont deliver
 Pull my hair out
 If i sell out
 Bury me on my stomach without no droors on at all
 If i dont go off
 Or either lethal injection or straight electricity
 Let the garbageman pick me up and then get rid of me if i loose
 Creativity
 Let me get forced into sexual activity
 Let me get turned put by fish stank freaks if i dont fall to the
 Upmost of my ability
 Take my head if i say there aint no feelin
 Stop sellin my record, give me the money back, nigga if i dont sell at
 Least a million
 Cut my dick off if i get down
 Dont get off
 Crush my spine and cave my chest in
 If i cum under a nymphovestin
 If i aint bad for my age, and kick half my size
 Close my fuckin eyes
 If you can stop me from saying or
 Keep me from playin
 Yaah(say what) (15x)
 Da, da, da, da
 Snamp my pencil, dislocate my fingers, and jam my thumb
 I aint gonna write nomore, tear my favorite strip clothes
 If it dont explode
 Take my bless, baptized, holy ghost, christian soul
 If it take left in the year of playin my records and tapes before
 Theyt can say my shit ole
 Or if it dont, bang, take me out the game, call me out my name,
 Put me out my house, beat me out my chain
 Let em leave my bomb, and tell em i received my doom
 When i'm dead, read bitch ass nigga in the ground, written across my
 Tomb
 Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees dont bloom
 Put me in a sunny cause my air supply give these niggas breathing room
 And for when i'm broke and poe
 For a door maid roland, think guess lets make a movie
 Turn my body on oprah, erase my fuckin vocals,
 Burn my fuckin notebooks, take my fuckin tapes from me
 And give it back to golden, i quit, my career is over
 Turn me upside down and hang me from my scrotum
 Da, da, da, da(mc's)
 Da, da, da, da(say what)
 Da, da, da, da(mc's)
 Da, da, da, da(say what)
 Yaah(yaah) (8x)
 Give em my post office application it i aint hip for rap nuttin
 If yo ass aint(shit)and yo hands aint(clap)
 Take my happiness if its just so happened that it aint evenin
 Happening
 Let something happen to me if i aint hardcore at its maximum
 Flip the dodge and change the channel
 If i cant handle it
 Forgive me if i leave this bitch before i put my fuckin grammy on the
 Map
 Let my next 50 concerts get canceled
 If you scard to front my camera then take my fuckin talent
 Take me from my family, sneaked me back on me if i dont represent
 Louisianna
 Chop my fist if i aint the prince
 Bitch keep me beggin if i cant keep up wit the presidence
 If i dont run circles ya'll leave me without gas
 Let my mama benz catch for flat tires
 "chorus"

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Song Details

Duration
04:26
Key
11
Tempo
183 BPM

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