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Geto Boys

"Yes Yes Y'All"

Yes, yes y'all
To the street's, y'all
It's GB, y'all
And we don't stop
Yes, yes y'all
To the street's y'all
It's GB y'all
And we don't stop

Give it up for the invincible, it's H-Town's finest
The GB, the general, the street sh*t, the timers
The motherf*ckin criminals, see we keep it grimy
You n*ggas chemicals, the weed got you blinded
I'm the original, the author of this G-sh*t
You n*ggas pitiful, cause y'all be on some weak sh*t
Me I'm a n*gga from the gutter motherf*cker
If rap wasn't payin I'd hit the street cause I'm a hustler

[Willie D]
It's Willie D y'all, it's been a minute y'all
I'm still in it y'all, f*ck the critics y'all
Ho n*ggas make me hotter than tabasco
Play with my money I'mma kick you in your as*h*le
I see the videos, I read the magazines
Don't watch award shows, too many faggot scenes
I'm a machine, got a pistol in my loose fist
I'll leave you twisted on the ground in your boots b*tch

[Bushwick Bill]
Well this is Chuck Dawg (will you ever love another b*tch?)
f*ck nah! (What's your position on a snitch homey?)
f*ck laws! (They say the Beatles was the biggest)
n*gga f*ck Paul, and the rest of y'all!
I'm the little motherf*cker with the big di*k swangin
Nuts still hangin, got hoes singin the blues
Geto Boys in this b*tch still bangin
And ain't sh*t changin (uh-uh) ain't sh*t changin
Don't like faggots, hate politicians
Can't stand snitches, know the Feds listen
So I, send the whole world a f*ck you note
Schumaker's got a desk job, f*ck you ho! (Aww nah!)

[Hook 2X: Geto Boys]
I keep it real with it, to the hill with it
You gotta deal with it, cause you can still get it
And every morning when I get up I know sh*t don't change
I'm gettin money out these six mo' thangs

[Willie D]
I run circles around foes and cross 'em out like tic-tac-toe
Money money money gotta get that dough
I'm a Northside rider, pimp-slappin these biters
Fall into the club and b*tches eyes get wider
I like the way she look up in that liberty skirt
But 95% of the sh*t is brainwork
I might buy a couple of drinks, and shoot at her drawers
If she ain't talkin 'bout f*ckin I'mma get on dawg

Now gimme five or six chickens I'mma flip those birds
Cook it up in momma kitchen, let me get mo' serve
If a n*gga catch me slippin I'mma get that nerd
Can't let you get away with that, that sh*t don't work
I wear a white t-shirt, white sneakers and hat
Somethin cool on my wrist, a nice piece to match
Hoppin out of somethin foreign like the beast I snatch
I don't do a lot of fashion papi, I'm just Brad
It's like that y'all (that y'all) this y'all (this y'all)
I like a skinny b*tch, I like the big broad

[Bushwick Bill]
It's like this y'all (this y'all) that y'all (that y'all)
I like to stand and hit it from the back y'all
I ain't the cutest n*gga rappin but I still got hoes
Snatch the baddest piece up in this b*tch with one eye closed
R. Kelly that's my n*gga so I like girls young
18 or 23, black and white, girls c*m
Little Richard like the singer, di*k for short but Bill
Short mon from Jamaica, Brooklyn the real
5th Ward my second home, now I'm back to strike
Rap-A-Lot, street music, Geto Boys for life


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