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    "Yes Yes Y'all" Lyrics

    Kool Keith

    3-1-3, D-E-T, N.Y.C.
    Detroit up in this motherfucker!
    Esham and cool Keith

    Ass, and titties, hundreds and fiddies
    Me and cool Keith macked them hoes from L.A., to New York City
    I take 'em blind crippled and crazy, ugly or pretty
    I beat it up, make the pussy meow like a kitty

    So slow your roll, slide upside down on the pole
    Bounce that ass, bounce that ass, let your knees touch your elbows

    In Detroit, Michigan cruisin spaceships of Daddyville
    Just got back from Bootyville, spending big face bills

    On some exotic body hottie erotic
    Vision blurry from the narcotics, keep pushin CRAZY products
    Parlay, parlay, twenty-fo' seven all day
    Spendin like Michael Jackson the "Off the Wall" way

    Make your booty clap, chickenheads flap chicken wings
    Padussy juice on my diamond rings, from the fast finger-ing
    And the smell's linger-ing

    Yes yes why'all, you know we rock why'all
    [E] We freak them hoes twenty-fo' seven around the clock why'all
    Yes yes why'all, that booty tight why'all
    [E] We drinkin and spendin money with these hoes all night why'all
    Yes yes why'all, you know we rock why'all

    [E] We freak them hoes twenty-fo' seven around the clock why'all
    Yes yes why'all, that booty tight why'all
    [E] And we come get up in some ass, tonight why'all

    [Kool Keith]
    Titties and booty; she got them silk thongs on
    Yo my song's on, here's your T-I-P
    Move in V.I.P., G-strings of energy, Esham and me
    Rack up control and move when the butts stack up

    Panties get touched when the butt back up
    It's all RODEO, for a cup, like Romeo
    Move in your area, girl what? We ain't scared of ya
    Two drinks minimum - don't worry, we maximum

    When assed up to the pole, now we taxin 'em
    Detroit Los Angeles Miami can you handle this?
    My shit gets frisked while you stare and sweat, weave twist

    Go knock the drink off the table, please watch it miss

    We like to watch the girls kneel down when they piss
    Our style is right why'all, we rock tonight why'all


    [E] Yeah, yo Keith
    [K] Yeah
    [E] The fuck you gon' do in this bitch tonight?
    [K] That's right we takin somethin out of here
    [E] Yuh
    [K] Go hit the hotel
    [E] Smackmaster up in this, knowhatI'msayin?
    [K] Motel 6
    [E] Smack some, smack some, smack some ass
    [K] What's that highway run through your house?
    [E] Uhh, I-94 - Detroit baby
    [K] Right, we gon' take 'em through there
    [K] You know where, you know where the uhh, Howard Johnson rest?
    [E] Yeah Howard Johnsons, Motel 6, anywhere
    [E] We can freak them hoes in the car Keith, yeah
    This song was submitted on September 6th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Written by Esham Smith, Keith Thornton, Scott Santos.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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