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pourin' out Cristal\nAnd Dom P they better stick to Sade\nBlackin' out whylin', smackin' out weaves\nBreak niggaz cheap ass chains and medallions\n\nYou're just a part time sucker in the game\nShit is real motherfucker start namin' names\nAnd if you name my name I whoop ass like Steven Seagal\nGive you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin' train\n\nLet your brains hang from the 808 bang\nAnd if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to blame\nYesh yesh ya'll\nYesh yesh\n\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n(We'll be right back with some more funk shit)\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n(For all you stankin' asses after we pay these bills)\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] Hard beats like this keep my mentality raw\n[00:12.92] I G off C for lyrics to blow off them Lex door\n[00:16.11] My tex-ture be the kind that explore\n[00:18.39] MC's then blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor\n[00:21.26] I'm more wetter than your boy bigger\n[00:23.56] So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemploy nigga\n[00:26.64] I should own a fly bitch house and a Benz\n[00:29.21] But I got chicken heads criminals and broke friends\n[00:31.97] That love to get in, keep the seventeen spinnin'\n[00:34.31] Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to split end\n[00:37.52] Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture\n[00:40.04] 'Cause when I'm shittin' niggaz hit mo decks than a skipper\n[00:42.74] Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary, Anne and Ginger\n[00:45.11] Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigger\n[00:47.95] Waters out I got orders to kill 'em softly\n[00:50.38] I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me\n[00:53.53] Who's the boss, G you better radio the walkie talkie\n[00:55.96] For the Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me\n[00:58.75] Got a big dick and your bitch click\n[01:00.99] When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast\n[01:04.62] Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track\n[01:06.46] Milkier than Similak when I'm next up to bat\n[01:08.97] Redman is on the mic and I'ma\n[01:10.95] Dope motherfucker, yeah, you best ax somebody, Snoop\n[01:14.56] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:17.30] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:19.37] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:22.03] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:24.20] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:27.27] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:29.95] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:32.62] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:34.80] Fuck the talk I walk whatever I claim to do\n[01:38.35] Knock a mule on 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your brains hang from the 808 bang\n[03:14.85] And if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to blame\n[03:17.54] Yesh yesh ya'll\n[03:18.90] Yesh yesh\n[03:21.56] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:24.57] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:27.11] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:29.98] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:32.45] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:35.11] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:37.93] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:40.71] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:43.27] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:45.99] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:48.59] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:51.39] (We'll be right back with some more funk shit)\n[03:53.22] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:54.73] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:55.58] (For all you stankin' asses after we pay these bills)\n[03:56.05] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[03:56.64] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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your bitch click\n  When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast\n\n  Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track\n  Milkier than Similak when I'm next up to bat\n  Redman is on the mic and I'ma\n  Dope motherfucker, yeah, you best ax somebody, Snoop\n\n  Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n  Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n  Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n  Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n\n  Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n  Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n  Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n  Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n\n  Fuck the talk I walk whatever I claim to do\n  Knock a mule on her ass and turn her pussy black and blue\n  You couldn't run up if your fighter was virtual\n  I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots\n\n  It's a thin line between love and hate\n  It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight\n  Deaths by far, my rap repatoire\n  Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to 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Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n  (For all you stankin' asses after we pay these bills)\n  Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n"},{"id":30312466,"name":"Yesh Yesh Ya'll","trackName":"Yesh Yesh Ya'll","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Muddy Waters (Re-Rip)","duration":239.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Hard beats like this keep my mentality raw\nI G off C for lyrics to blow off them Lex door\nMy tex-ture be the kind that explore\nMC's then blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor\n\nI'm more wetter than your boy bigger\nSo how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemploy nigga\nI should own a fly bitch house and a Benz\nBut I got chicken heads criminals and broke friends\n\nThat love to get in, keep the seventeen spinnin'\nPull out from my jaw linin', commence to split end\nBrains and body parts that motion couldn't picture\n'Cause when I'm shittin' niggaz hit mo decks than a skipper\n\nMr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary, Anne and Ginger\nGilligan, you need the 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and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n\nYo, as I dive into the crowd\nI wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud\nWho da fuck runnin' off at dey mouf?\nI let my nigga Fifty Cent knock that ass out\n\nWord bond, bitches talkin' 'bout pourin' out Cristal\nAnd Dom P they better stick to Sade\nBlackin' out whylin', smackin' out weaves\nBreak niggaz cheap ass chains and medallions\n\nYou're just a part time sucker in the game\nShit is real motherfucker start namin' names\nAnd if you name my name I whoop ass like Steven Seagal\nGive you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin' train\n\nLet your brains hang from the 808 bang\nAnd if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to blame\nYesh yesh ya'll\nYesh yesh\n\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n(We'll be right back with some more funk shit)\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n(For all you stankin' asses after we pay these bills)\nYesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.62] Hard beats like this keep my mentality raw\n[00:12.92] I G off C for lyrics to blow off them Lex door\n[00:16.11] My tex-ture be the kind that explore\n[00:18.39] MC's then blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor\n[00:21.26] I'm more wetter than your boy bigger\n[00:23.56] So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemploy nigga\n[00:26.64] I should own a fly bitch house and a Benz\n[00:29.21] But I got chicken heads criminals and broke friends\n[00:31.97] That love to get in, keep the seventeen spinnin'\n[00:34.31] Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to split end\n[00:37.52] Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture\n[00:40.04] 'Cause when I'm shittin' niggaz hit mo decks than a skipper\n[00:42.74] Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary, Anne and Ginger\n[00:45.11] Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigger\n[00:47.95] Waters out I got orders to kill 'em softly\n[00:50.38] I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me\n[00:53.53] Who's the boss, G you better radio the walkie talkie\n[00:55.96] For the Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me\n[00:58.75] Got a big dick and your bitch click\n[01:00.99] When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast\n[01:04.62] Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track\n[01:06.46] Milkier than Similak when I'm next up to bat\n[01:08.97] Redman is on the mic and I'ma\n[01:10.95] Dope motherfucker, yeah, you best ax somebody, Snoop\n[01:14.56] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:17.30] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:19.37] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:22.03] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:24.20] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:27.27] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:29.95] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:32.62] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[01:34.80] Fuck the talk I walk whatever I claim to do\n[01:38.35] Knock a mule on her ass and turn her pussy black and blue\n[01:41.21] You couldn't run up if your fighter was virtual\n[01:43.77] I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots\n[01:46.61] It's a thin line between love and hate\n[01:48.96] It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight\n[01:52.18] Deaths by far, my rap repatoire\n[01:54.29] Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar\n[01:57.17] We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the\n[02:00.00] Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your baby, mama\n[02:02.23] Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here\n[02:04.91] Male groupies gettin' shaky when I come from the rear\n[02:07.81] Hah, that get on your nerve neighbor that play the\n[02:10.69] Music loud as fuck three in the mornin' off a paper\n[02:13.41] With mad Zul in the L S C\n[02:15.55] In the downtown area, scannin' the perimeter\n[02:18.75] All my boos with the open toed shoes\n[02:21.35] If you ain't gettin' that pussy eaten right, let me show you\n[02:23.95] Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox said\n[02:26.88] Ain't No Nigga like the Funk Doctor Spock G\n[02:29.22] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[02:31.02] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[02:33.94] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[02:36.48] Yesh yesh ya'll, and you don't stop\n[02:38.73] Yo, as I dive into the crowd\n[02:42.21] I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud\n[02:45.32] Who da fuck runnin' off at dey mouf?\n[02:47.83] I let my nigga Fifty Cent knock that ass out\n[02:50.28] Word bond, bitches talkin' 'bout pourin' out Cristal\n[02:53.17] And Dom P they better stick to Sade\n[02:55.45] Blackin' out whylin', smackin' out weaves\n[02:58.29] Break niggaz cheap ass chains and 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