[Intro: DJ Squeeky]
To the motherfucker that couldn't keep DJ Squeeky out their motherfuckin' mouth, bitch
The shit still goes on, ho
So, DJ Squeeky finna drop this shit for your motherfuckin' ass
Like this
[Chorus: 8Ball & MJG]
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat—
Dri-dri-drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat Mack
And let-and let-and let the chicken mess up your memory
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat Mack
And let-and let-and let-and let the chicken mess up your memory
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat Mack
And let-and let-and let-and let the chicken mess up your memory
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat Mack
And let-and let-and let the chicken mess up your memory
Drink a Yak, smoke a sack, kick back like a fat Mack
And let-and let-and let the chicken mess up your memory
[Verse 1: Mr. Nigga]
Mr. Nigga, spittin' one hundred percent pimp-shit
I'm givin' your bitch the [?] when I fuck the trick
Real niggas take a listenin' to this mack-thang
I got a sack, go get the Womack and the liquor as we campaign'
[?] no matter what, I have my brother back me and scorin', see
Locally, vocally, you tricks know not to fuck with me
[Verse 2: MJ]
MJ, and niggas just can't fuck with this pimpin' shit
'Cause I'm reminiscin' 'bout [?]
Thick shit, and still I'm drinkin' pure and smokin' ink
Makin' money, stickin' and stack and jabbin' hoochies 'til they pussy [?]
Fools steady talkin' and always thinkin' they better
Migiddy-mackin' philosophy, gettin' away with the medal
[Verse 3: DJ Zirk]
Droppin' this gangster-knowledge, a nigga just gotta click
A insane mane, put that thang, servin' nigga shit
A nigga that [?] droppin' 'cause I'm droppin' them hoes off
I'm [?] and killin' gotta bust some bitches ass up
Zirk got some motherfuckin' anna for you sissy hoes
A down motherfucker nigga, but still get high
[Verse 4: Mr. Kilo G]
I like to get high
My dick is numb like a bitch that's full of cocaine
I try to say no, but with onions in my fuckin' brain
I'm jackin' on niggas and smackin' on bitches
'Cause I don't give a shit, don't even speak when I'm high
Kilo's gonna click on any motherfucker with a problem
I'm tickin' like a time bomb, so bitch, best come with it 'cause you don't want me to solve 'em
[Verse 5: Tom Skeemask]
Danger zone, I'm steppin', I'm creepin', I'm leavin' you sleepless
I'm grabbin' my nuts because these bitches wanna get with it
Take your time you motherfuckin' sucker
Smoke some bud, drink a Yak, and then you gots to get back
Tom Skee is clickin', makin' all these motherfuckers hot
Pull out my nine and watch all these little suckers drop
[Verse 6: Big Syl]
Whoopin' a nigga for tryna test my motherfuckin' pimpin'
Five seconds [?]
Slap that bitch with the tone, then let her know that it's on
You fuck with Lil' Syl, bitch, I bet you won't live long
[Verse 7: Lil Ced]
Reggie [?] now my nigga, let me smoke 'em
Flippin' four-five on this bitch-ass, then stroll the ho to the 'Llac
Sissy motherfucker pay your ho
Lil' Ced makin' these hoes bring that shit to the door
[Verse 8: Lil Reggie]
R-E-G, a lil'-ass nigga 'bout 5'6″
Fuckin' these hoes with this good ass dick
Grab the bitch, and chocke her
Now she's a ho that I fuck on
Ho-ass fool, you just a punk-ass sucker
Shootin' this game to your ho, just to hit her
Takin' care of business, I ain't knowin' as a bullshitter
Go to the liquor store, and get some Yak, strong and mean
Holler at Jamie and get the bud and leave the scene
[Verse 9: Killa B]
I need a good dick suckin', you bitches I be pluckin'
You wanna get with me because you down on your luckin'
But I don't play, and I don't pay
I get the chewin' from you bitches, every God damn day
'Cause it's the Killa B, comin' right at you again, bitch
Bodyslammin' hoes, slangin' niggas in the ditch
'Cause I ain't the one, the gun is loaded, G
I splatter your brain, and I'm down with the family
Now, bitches and money was the first episode
But now, I'm in the mix with Squeeky and about to unload
Some funky, funky, funky-ass lyrics from the underground
You know I'm down, so, bitch, don't clown
It's the nigga, nigga, nigga that you love to hate
It's the Killa B, bitch, playin' you hoes like prey
[Verse 10: Lil Sko]
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken
The bass is kickin', the [?] is tickin' in
For people trippin' on poppin' the clip in
'Cause see, when I flow, I'm flowin' and not so professional type
[?] scrappin' the mic and makin' the other suffer up
Mentally, verbally, or should I say even physically?
How can you get with me when I spit rhymes like this, G?
