• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Yes Yes Y'All - Will Smith
• Yes Yes Y'All - Kool Keith
• Yes Yes Y'All - Geto Boys
• Yes Yes Y'All - Maino
• Yes Yes Y'All - Bizzy Bone
• Yes Yes Y'All - Sergio Mendes
• Yes Yes Y'All - Backbone

Intro: Sonny Cheba
at the start of the new jiggyness
with the Trackmasters
Camp Lo and
Willie
gon' give it to ya
know what I mean
lot of macoronis here
check it out for all the
tenderonis
ah ha ha
like chatchy and joni
Verse 1:
lights camera action
the hip-hop attraction
Fresh Priggy
John Bliggy
player haters been hatin' all my playin' for years
now they seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers
parades and accolades
all shades and ages
it's me the outrageous
my zeal contageous
the smile inspirator
Aspen to Grenada
one of the only mc's to say cheese with Scharwtzenegger
everywhere I go they know me
Planet Hollywood in Paris accidently spilt a drink upon they ??
truth of the matter I've been loungin'
livin' it up givin' it up
in monopulate surrondings
been around the world and I-yi-yi
ain't seen enough of this fly-yi-yi
my attitude pervasive
my effervensence
bringing you back to the essence
with the...
Chours: Will Smith & Camp Lo
yes yes y'all
and ya don't stop
mic check y'all
and ya don't quit
repeat 2X
Verse 2:
verse two
'bout to slay you worst than the first verse
packin' my purse but yo without one curse
I survive in rarified air where only few can live
thoughts in my brain like that train in the fugitive
I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game
stepped away as Fresh Prince came back with my real name
a rose by any other still beautifies the room
so don't get consumed when a brother's known to gloom
it's amantics but yo it's really good to be back
never racing the rap just lacing the track
not sarendipadee with me it was a plan b
'bout to have an oscar standin' next to my grammiesss
plural mucho no need to talk though
I'm a just do so
I'm comin' at ya with the smoothest slickness
behold the style lick of this kickin'...
Chorus
Verse 3:
a GQ cover twice
this brother's nice
vanity fair you saw me there
I discovered life
outside of rap got the cream and all that
but kinda left a void in me
you can't keep runnin' in and out of my life
said my mic
aight
pump your radio you could record
as they place my welcome mat at the music awards
coming throgh America tinted in high beams
rose petals at my feet like I'm Prince Akeem
so to all you player haters while y'all sayin' y'all rhyme
please stop sayin' Jada cause that name's mine
I rocked the Philly fade with the divin' waves
yes yallin' till I'm bald like Issac Hayes
bad eyes or greys back pain or bad legs
I'm a get better with age trust

[Esham]
3-1-3, D-E-T, N.Y.C.
Detroit up in this motherfucker!
Esham and Kool Keith
Ass, and titties, hundreds and fiddies
Me and Kool Keith macked them hoes from L.A., to New York City
I take 'em blind crippled and crazy, ugly or pretty
I beat it up, make the pussy meow like a kitty
So slow your roll, slide upside down on the pole
Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, let your knees touch your elbows
In Detroit, Michigan cruisin spaceships of Daddyville
Just got back from Bootyville, spending big face bills
On some exotic body hottie erotic
Vision blurry from the narcotics, keep pushin CRAZY products
Parlay, parlay, twenty-fo' seven all day
Spendin like Michael Jackson the "Off the Wall" way
Make your booty clap, chickenheads flap chicken wings
Padussy juice on my diamond rings, from the fast finger-ing
And the smell's linger-ing
[Chorus]
Yes yes y'all, you know we rock y'all
[E] We freak them hoes twenty-fo' seven around the clock y'all
Yes yes y'all, that booty tight y'all
[E] We drinkin and spendin money with these hoes all night y'all
Yes yes y'all, you know we rock y'all
[E] We freak them hoes twenty-fo' seven around the clock y'all
Yes yes y'all, that booty tight y'all
[E] And we come get up in some ass, tonight y'all
[Kool Keith]
Titties and booty; she got them silk thongs on
Yo my song's on, here's your T-I-P
Move in V.I.P., G-strings of energy, Esham and me
Rack up control and move when the butts stack up
Panties get touched when the butt back up
It's all RODEO, for a cup, like Romeo
Move in your area, girl what? We ain't scared of ya
Two drinks minimum - don't worry, we maximum
When assed up to the pole, now we taxin 'em
Detroit Los Angeles Miami can you handle this?
My shit gets frisked while you stare and sweat, weave twist
Go knock the drink off the table, please watch it miss
We like to watch the girls kneel down when they piss
Our style is right y'all, we rock tonight y'all
[Chorus]
[E] Yeah, yo Keith
[K] Yeah
[E] The fuck you gon' do in this bitch tonight?
[K] That's right we takin somethin out of here
[E] Yuh
[K] Go hit the hotel
[E] Smackmaster up in this, knowhatI'msayin?
[K] Motel 6
[E] Smack some, smack some, smack some ass
[K] What's that highway run through your house?
[E] Uhh, I-94 - Detroit baby
[K] Right, we gon' take 'em through there
[K] You know where, you know where the uhh, Howard Johnson rest?
[E] Yeah Howard Johnsons, Motel 6, anywhere

[Scarface]
Give it up for the invincible, it's H-Town's finest
The GB, the general, the street shit, the timers
The motherfuckin criminals, see we keep it grimy
You niggaz chemicals, the weed got you blinded
I'm the original, the author of this G-shit
You niggaz pitiful, cause y'all be on some weak shit
Me I'm a nigga from the gutter motherfucker
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, fuck the critics y'all
Hoe niggaz make me hotter than tabasco
Play with my money I'ma kick you in your asshole
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 bitch
[Bushwick Bill]
Well this is Chuck Dawg (will you ever love another bitch?)
Fuck nah! (What's your position on a snitch homey?)
Fuck laws! (They say the Beatles was the biggest)
Nigga fuck Paul, and the rest of y'all!
I'm the little motherfucker with the big dick swingin
Nuts still hangin, got hoes singin the blues
Geto Boys in this bitch still bangin
And ain't shit changin (uh-uh) ain't shit changin
Don't like faggots, hate politicians
Can't stand snitches, know the Feds listen
So I, send the whole world a fuck you note
Schumaker's got a desk job, fuck you hoe! (Aww nah!)
[Chorus 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 shit 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 bitches eyes get wider
I like the way she look up in that liberty skirt
But 95% of the shit is brainwork
I might buy a couple of drinks, and shoot at her drawers
If she ain't talkin 'bout fuckin I'ma get on dawg
[Scarface]
Now gimme five or six chickens I'ma flip those birds
Cook it up in momma kitchen, let me get mo' serve
If a nigga catch me slippin I'ma get that nerd
Can't let you get away with that, that shit 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 bitch, 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 nigga rappin but I still got hoes
Snatch the baddest piece up in this bitch with one eye closed
R. Kelly that's my nigga so I like girls young
18 or 23, black and white, girls cum
Little Richard like the singer, Dick 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
[Chorus]
C'mon
Whassup - whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?

It's just us
Husteling on the house
Let these bitch come
It's just us
Let's bang the house
Let these bitch know
I am coming from brooklyn
Still greedy get dizzy this is my city
Show my homeys I am philly
Cause I am back ring ring
Bought'em with the smack on'em
Throw a hundred stacks on'em
Flow pd crack on'em...
Unstoppable roll it like a tour bus
Standing with my dogs
Pretty bitches come and torch us
Feeling like I am 2-pac
Riding with my shirt off
Busy drunk in a...
As I mark off
Different clubs same night
Different girls same type
Flawlessly up again
Different days same life
Rap for the hood
This is for my brother a lo
Just call me scar face
Bitches call me...
No feelings
Everything is to the ceilings
Get it how we live
I am about to touch a million
I couldn't rose
Real niggas know me
Fuck the whole industry
I did it for the homey
It's just us
Husteling on the house
Let these bitch come
It's just us
Let's bang the house

Now Gary really wants to sue me
Stressin out tellin my groupies set it out
I already read it out usually thuggin in my jacuzzi, with a uzi
Wet 'em all....
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll
Tune into the looney and boom
I come up out of my room
My goons comin from the resume and doom
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll
Yes yes get it raw
Buck at thre bullet-proof ghetto star
With a vest over my chest and there you are
(Nigga you flow too fast) Understand me
Society got me addicted to the inflicted so synthetic and wicked
Call up your family but they dyin
Split up the sticky-sticky Bryon
Like grand daddy in the 70's said he just fled and his name was red
And I saw my father paralyzed
The other was locked down there he cried
Won't see me 'till Buck Rogers dead it was there he died
I don't care he lied
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll
Tune into the looney and boom
I come up out of my room
My goons comin from the resume and doom
Yes ya'll, yes ya'll, yes yes yes ya'll
Tune into the looney and boom
I come up out of my room

Yeah [x7]
[CHORUS:]
"Yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all [x3]
Freak y'all, freak y'all [x2]
To the beats y'all, beats y'all [x2]
And you don't stop, and you don't quit" [x2]
[VERSE 1: Blackthought of the Roots]
"Yo, Black's the real, he the thoroughbred for feel
Park the whip, jump out dressed to kill
Hop the charter flight down to Brazil
Ran right into Will- "What up Black?" (What's the deal?)
A cape with a cain, you what's in a name...
I got a little bit of change, but I'm feelin the same
Came here for a taste of the finer things
Because the girls look like different months in a magazine
Judging how fast the word go, the probably already know we hang with Sergio
So, let's get a few classy girls yo,
And sip a little wine, anything but Merlot
Though, live and let learn, use "protekchurn"
And twist a little something that's Katherine Hepburn
Fresh to death, still makin them heads turn
Still got mine, but you got to get churn
Yo!"
[BRIDGE:]
"Know what I'm talkin about?
There it is... (there it is!!)"
[CHORUS: condensed]
[VERSE 2: Will.I.Am of Black Eyed Peas]
"It's the Will.I.Am, I'm killin them
Got flows that float just like helium (aahh)
These hoes know I'm drillin 'em
So when feminine's thrown I'm throwin them (aahh)
The billin 'em til I'm rollin in millions
Gotta flip billions into trillions
Businessly, I'm brilliant
Turn pennies into twenties like the chameleons
But never put a chinchilla on a chick,
Karma-style [?] too legit to quit
Hip-hop on and on and on and
Break mics constant til the break of dawn and
If you want to compete, come compete
Bring and MPC-16, make a big beat
We could take it back to the B-Street
We could break, we could rap, do the graffitti
Yo!"
[BRIDGE]
[CHORUS: condensed]
[VERSE 3: Chali 2na of Jurassic 5]
"Hey! 2na Fish back to business
I hit the track like a sheer act of vengeance
Masked avengers get smacked and injured
Strapped'll get cho' back with some black suspenders
Autographs of the Jurassc Crew
Flippin flashes so fast like a fashion shoot
Classics, spittin acid the fastest route,
Bass'll hit yo face quicker than a passion fruit
Big cheese inflict sick disease
Make hits that'll make thick chicks strip tease
Clicks freeze when the trigger click squeeze
Makin people in the disco duck like Riq Jeeves
But I ain't going to war wit ch'all
And got no alcoholic beverages to pour for y'all
I'm gonna let these cats get there garbage off
While I crush y'all like Mikhail Gorbachev..."know what I'm talkin' bout... yeah
[BRIDGE]
[CHORUS: condensed]
[Girl:] "Ooooohhhh, Oooooohhhh"
[CHORUS: guy and girl]
[Girl:]
"Don't you stop, don't you stop
Don't you ever quit" [variations]

We get the work, we do the dirt
We drop the vert on the car
We bend the corner off the floor
Because they know who we are
Yes, yes, y'all
We on a money making mission
Baby, stay on ya job
In the Cut, drunk as a skunk, gone little girl
Let me see you shake ya rump
While the beat go bump, I know you seen it post up
It make you lose ya mind when you see it close up
Give me Hennessey no ice
One lime and whatever the lady like
Super thick to def, I know I had to get her
She say she like a liquor dark like a nigga
Figured it out, girl, I like the way you figured it out
You drink and we go out
Yo, Slic PA run wit Fat Face the only
I run up on 'em, run up in 'em and leave 'em lonely
Believe that, game sharp as creased britches
I stay fresh, fresh too slick for these bitches
(Excuse me)
I'm a nigga with class
Superfly, I stay on they ass
We get the work, we do the dirt
We drop the vert on the car
We bend the corner off the floor
Because they know who we are
Slic Patna, baby
Yes, yes, y'all
We on a money making mission
Baby, stay on ya job
We get the work, we do the dirt
We drop the vert on the car
We bend the corner off the floor
Because they know who we are
Front Street shawty
Yes, yes, y'all
We on a money making mission
Baby, stay on ya job
Blow a dub, hit the club nigga, showin' me love
Shawty at the bar recognize, shit wassup?
You coming wit me? Gonna see what it's gon' be
Now finish ya drink, I think she tipsy
Club close at 3, we post up campaign
In the V.I.P., little girl rubbing on herself
Off that Xtasy, slow down little lady
See I'ma treat ya good but everything ain't gravy
I like 'em with class, cute face, petite waist
And whole lotta ass, ya boy straight off Campbelton Road
Where them niggas ride vogues
Straight cut up on a hoe, you ain't know?
Take it slow, so you can maintain
We ride out 4 deep ain't nothing changed
Them peanut butter gut seats have 'em melting like ice
Didn't have to think twice, on the grind for me buying head for me
We get the work, we do the dirt
We drop the vert on the car
We bend the corner off the floor
Because they know who we are
Slic Patna, baby
Yes, yes, y'all
We on a money making mission
Baby, stay on ya job
We get the work, we do the dirt
We drop the vert on the car
We bend the corner off the floor
Because they know who we are
Back Street shawty
Yes, yes, y'all
We on a money making mission
Baby, stay on ya job
Up in the club I stay posted
Eyes fire red 'cause I'm toasted, roasting all these hoes
Sow motion coastin' by
Puffin' red when she had to see my fie
Now I'm on her keep poppin' like I'm big time
I sold it so a pound, I ain't have but a dime
Keep trying to get her back to the hotel
Steady fixin' got my pistol [Incomprehensible] for protection
Never slipping, mouth gripping make me touch and bust
Made a mess in her mouth washed up and peeled out
If it ain't no bank on it, I can't think on it
Hit her for her credit card, full tank on it
I stay down for mine, forever grind
Keep on stacking and stacking on this side street till it jump
Gotta get me meat, I'm about cheddar
Got to break bread, fie head or better, no way
We get the work, we do the dirt
We drop the vert on the car
We bend the corner off the floor
Because they know who we are
Slic Patna, baby
Yes, yes, y'all
We on a money making mission
Baby, stay on ya job
We get the work, we do the dirt
We drop the vert on the car
We bend the corner off the floor
Because they know who we are
Back Street shawty
Yes, yes, y'all
We on a money making mission