Keith Murray - Call Yeah Yeah You Know It lyrics

[Keith Murray] Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun {"Uh-huh, uh-huh" - repeat 13X over chorus} Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it [Chorus] we do dis' like we want to and don't give f** Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it [Verse 1: Keith Murray] Lights, camera, action you're on "Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on" I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word bond 'cause cats out here don't be sayin' jack bone I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic Old folks say, "That boy need the lord in his life" n***a, think you can phase me??? but n***a, you must be crazy!!! It go "Està loco, dame un beso" Dominican girls, them call us negro I keep a short pony, short camel toe the reason why man, I don't know no matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm proper And keep sh** poppin like Orville Redenbacher More freaky-deaky wit' the speechy I stay off the meat rag be (exactly) [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Seromon, bless a flow you know Hod sent me Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley I'm dope (oh yeah you know it) got a infared beam (ain't scared to show it) Peep it, check my movement this here feel right (how???) Check his cap make sure his pill right (boy) You a fake thug wit' a deal The only gang you represent is sugar Hill You cats is kittens boy drink this milk Put down that Hennessy son ya k**in' me Dub, I snatch the corn from the children stashed it in ya homeboy's buildin' (Stop he's k**in' him somebody call the cops!!!) Yeah call 911, and watch no one come That's to show how nice I am The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 3: Redman] I'm the bed I'm the marathon man, redman Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I??? (Yeah Yeah you know it) And when I f**?? (Ain't scared to show it) And when the Brick's outta control, barricade the city There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee You seen it (yeah yeah you know it) And if you got it?? (Ain't scared to show it) You want the bad guy - here I am I got them hoes on gilla-cam Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan You as small as a kilogram I'm a airplane ridin' over colombia, ya middle man I'm the boss Doc-ta Binaca Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta I whoop a** like Ike Turner any day When I stomp Mc's out I yell "Annie Mae??" Whether I'm hot or not, pidgeons gon' flock They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on Doc Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool who*es, who*es, who*es, who*es hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! [Chorus] - repeat to fade