Yes Yes Y’All – Will Smith

at the start of the new jiggyness
with the Trackmasters
Camp Lo and
gon’ give it to ya
know what I mean
lot of macoronis here
check it out for all the
ah ha ha
like chatchy and joni

lights camera action
the hip-hop attraction
Fresh Priggy
John Bliggy
player haters been hatin’ all my playin’ for years
now they seein’ they worst fears as I bathe in cheers
parades and accolades
all shades and ages
it’s me the outrageous
my zeal contageous
the smile inspirator
Aspen to Grenada
one of the only mc’s to say cheese with Scharwtzenegger
everywhere I go they know me
Planet Hollywood in Paris accidently spilt a drink upon they ??
truth of the matter I’ve been loungin’
livin’ it up givin’ it up
in monopulate surrondings
been around the world and I-yi-yi
ain’t seen enough of this fly-yi-yi
my attitude pervasive
my effervensence
bringing you back to the essence
with the…

yes yes y’all
and ya don’t stop
mic check y’all
and ya don’t quit
repeat 2X

verse two
’bout to slay you worst than the first verse
packin’ my purse but yo without one curse
I survive in rarified air where only few can live
thoughts in my brain like that train in the fugitive
I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game
stepped away as Fresh Prince came back with my real name
a rose by any other still beautifies the room
so don’t get consumed when a brother’s known to gloom
it’s amantics but yo it’s really good to be back
never racing the rap just lacing the track
not sarendipadee with me it was a plan b
’bout to have an oscar standin’ next to my grammiesss
plural mucho no need to talk though
I’m a just do so
I’m comin’ at ya with the smoothest slickness
behold the style lick of this kickin’…


a GQ cover twice
this brother’s nice
vanity fair you saw me there
I discovered life
outside of rap got the cream and all that
but kinda left a void in me
you can’t keep runnin’ in and out of my life
said my mic
pump your radio you could record
as they place my welcome mat at the music awards
coming throgh America tinted in high beams
rose petals at my feet like I’m Prince Akeem
so to all you player haters while y’all sayin’ y’all rhyme
please stop sayin’ Jada cause that name’s mine
I rocked the Philly fade with the divin’ waves
yes yallin’ till I’m bald like Issac Hayes
bad eyes or greys back pain or bad legs
I’m a get better with age trust


Author: admin on October 7, 2013
Category: Y Song Lyrics

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