Geto Boys - Yes Yes Y'All lyrics

[Scarface] Give it up for the invincible, it's H-Town's finest The GB, the general, the street sh**, the timers The motherf**in criminals, see we keep it grimy You n***as chemicals, the weed got you blinded I'm the original, the author of this G-sh** You n***as pitiful, cause y'all be on some weak sh** Me I'm a n***a from the gutter motherf**er 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** the critics y'all Ho n***as make me hotter than tabasco Play with my money I'mma kick you in your a**hole I see the videos, I read the magazines Don't watch award shows, too many f*ggot scenes I'm a machine, got a pistol in my loose fist I'll leave you twisted on the ground in your boots b**h [Bushwick Bill] Well this is Chuck Dawg (will you ever love another b**h?) f** nah! (What's your position on a snitch homey?) f** laws! (They say the Beatles was the biggest) n***a f** Paul, and the rest of y'all! I'm the little motherf**er with the big dick swangin Nuts still hangin, got hoes singin the blues Geto Boys in this b**h still bangin And ain't sh** changin (uh-uh) ain't sh** changin Don't like f*ggots, hate politicians Can't stand snitches, know the Feds listen So I, send the whole world a f** you note Schumaker's got a desk job, f** 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** 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**hes eyes get wider I like the way she look up in that liberty skirt But 95% of the sh** is brainwork I might buy a couple of drinks, and shoot at her drawers If she ain't talkin 'bout f**in I'mma get on dawg [Scarface] 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***a catch me slippin I'mma get that nerd Can't let you get away with that, that sh** 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**h, 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***a rappin but I still got hoes Snatch the baddest piece up in this b**h with one eye closed R. Kelly that's my n***a 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 [Hook] C'mon Wha**up - wha**up, wha**up, wha**up? Wha**up, wha**up, wha**up? Wha**up, wha**up, wha**up? Wha**up, wha**up? Wha**up, wha**up, wha**up? Wha**up, wha**up..