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Heiner Stadler - Yes Y'all lyrics
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah..
 Do it like this though, do it like this though, do it like this though..
 Make it fat like
 DIS, dis, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh
 HEH, heh, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh
 Aiyyo ruff ruff rugged rugged ruff ruff digga Dan
 Who's that? The man, I'ma slam it like Bam-Bam
 The big man, the bigger plan, the nigga jams
 Quick to figure and I pack Palladium stadium stands
 Rugged raw, clear the floor
 R&B hardcore plenty more. been on plenty tours
 Been in plenty drawers, far from just okey-doke
 Not into no hokey-poke, although I may drink a Coke
 Hell no I won't smoke no coke
 Steady steady but ready for pitty petty
 Big and heavy, far from Chevy, so save your gas for Getti
 Mic check it, microphone check it
 Watch me wreck it; I'm never half steppin
 Chorus: various samples
 Far from a chump, I'm a champ, I get amped
 when I run through camps, gimme some plaques on the stamp, HEY
 I need a girl who got plenty trunk, who knows I got ghetto funk
 Not into blunts but I be on a stunt huntHeiner Stadler - Yes Y'all - http://motolyrics.com/heiner-stadler/yes-yall-lyrics.html
 Got crazy drama, dramatics, big girls in Bahamas are addicts
 So now they cling like static, dig it
 I rolled up on some old wonderama type of drama
 I'ma, comma, big belly punanny momma harmer
 Bag a cute, so NIGHT troops, I'm all about
 two scoops, I cut loose, just me and a few troops
 To handle static to me is automatic
 I never panic or stall, I'm gigantic so yes, y'all
 Chorus
 Uhh, king of the big boys, bigger boys, don't even matter
 Save all the chitter chatter, I make em split and scatter
 I keep em goin for blocks, I never ran from cops
 I roll with my flock, and get props from dreadlocks
 I treat a mic like a bad habit, I grab it I gotta have it
 A funky junkie flippin styles is automatic
 I freak a beat like a prostitute, I'm always in hot pursuit
 I'm tryin to get lots of loot, lots of boots
 Do jungle rocks like a hustler moving crack
 like a muscl-er microphone damager handin ya rough like a wrang-ler
 Sew up cities with girls of pretty, known for the nitty gritty
 my flavor, is major, you're itty bitty
 Chorus: repeat to end














