Yes Yes Y'all

[Verse 1] Here comes the brother with more bread than Wonder Striking like thunder, making niggas jump like they hit the number I'm from the, underground scene taking Al's Greene/green Torching more niggas than Idi Amin I mean I chop chop rebels I turning maggot faggot hard rocks into Fruity Pebbles Yo, I'm just a man listen Use your Pretty Brown Eyes to see my styles in Mint Condition Red Hot's that brother with that flavor, flow To make the crowd go "ho!" Yo, yo my style's cock diesel Knees'll start to stutter then break out like the measles So pass the M.I.C. so I can yap my Trapper And open up John like an MD All you niggas are a trip so I'll see you next fall And if I got the flavor [Hook] {x4} Can I get a yes yes y'all (Yes yes y'all!) [Verse 2] Now sugar come and check this, sweat this You bet this fella still putting lines together like Tetris Yet this style slam dunks on ya child Brothers can't hack this although they're living foul Swish Who's next on the list? I'll rip you in Carnegie Halls with my menthol lyptus The cool out kid, yo I'll flip ya lid It's not the beauty shop, but can I get my head did? I'm live as rock when I rock soft rocks trying to rock hard rock When crowd rocks opening Planet Rock You ain't shit You're bullshit You're weak shit Get ya stepped on like dog shit I'm coming around to please the rockers and hip hoppers And R&B poppers and snatching bodies like the Tommyknockers All you niggas are a trip so I'll see you next fall And if I got the flavor [Hook] Yo hold up! Tone drop it [Verse 3] I heat it up like Chef Boyardee and listen to Tony Toni Tone Cause it feels good whenever I beef-aroni I'll knock ah I got proof like Vodka Knocka That I calm bitches like Chaka I spit in Billy's Ocean, shit in Van's Damme Piss in Richard's Bay, Tom Cruise by Rainman Swim in Crystal Waters cause Red Hot delivers Doggy paddle in Missy/Ms. Sea and back stroke in Joan's Rivers If there's a girl I could knock I would knock I could knock this hood rock set crazy like Woodstock I'll hurry To hit a ho ho that's merry I got pull To suck the juice out of Halle's Berry I'll veri-fy, got the juice for your mind To quench your brain cells if food for thought Rhyme after rhyme Time after time I'm hitting hoes like sunshine, nothing less than a dime All you niggas are a trip so I'll see you next fall And if I got the flavor [Hook]