Oh Yeah (Explicit)歌词

[intro]
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)

I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap ***** in the game
Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl
Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl
I'm a rockin Timbs ***** and the Gucci loafers girl
*****s say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
**** y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {"{"}?Diddy}?
Pretty, show *****s how we run this city
Respect my name, Boogie *****, stay in ya lane
Like The Hurricane, rains on *****es like Sugar Shane
And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name
"What's Beef?" Beef is when *****es think it's sweet
See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya

[Chorus]
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)

Check, uhh
It's like I'm in my own ****in world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too ****in real
I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all
I respect the rap game, but I don't **** with rap *****es
I'm speakin from my heart
It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood
Been like this from the ****in start
Since I bust my gun in ninety-six
Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks
*****es smile up in your face, turn around and pop ****
You a industry *****, I'm a in the streets *****
I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs
But, other than that it's just me and my six

[Chorus]
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)

I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey
Uhh, proper set off
Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm
Gangsta, and pose off like Screechie Dan, bwoy
Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox
Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella
Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face
Got *****s stand in line just to get a sneak taste
Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist
And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe
When Fox come through she ah go dun di place
I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race?
Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin
****, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen
****, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n
I'm still ****tin, still lowridin and switch-hittin *****

[Chorus]
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)