Will Smith - Yes yes y'all Lyrics
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| Will Smith
- Yes yes y'all Lyrics
Album: Big Willie Style Yes With the start of the new jiggyness with the Trackmasters, Camp Lo and Willie Gonna give it to ya know what I mean lot of macoronis here Check it out for all the tenderonis ah ha ha like chachi and joni Lights camera action the hip-hop attraction Fresh Priggy John Bliggy Player haters been hatin on my playin for years Now they seeing they worst fears as I bathe in cheers Parades and accolades all shades and ages Me the outrageous My zeal contagious The smile inspirator Aspen to Grenada One of the only emcees to say cheese with Scharwtzenegger Everywhere I go they know me Planet Hollywood in Paris accidentally spilt a drink upon Naomi Truth of the matter I've been lounging Living it up giving it up In opulate surroundings Been around the world and I I I Ain't seen another this fly I I My attitude pervasive My effervescence 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) Yes Yes Y'all (And ya don't stop) Mic check y'all (And ya don't quit) Verse two 'Bout to slay you worst than the first verse Packin' my purse but yo without one curse I survive in rarefied 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 move to gloom It's semantics but yo it's really good to be back Never racing the rap just lacing the track Not serendipity with me it was a plan b 'Bout to have an oscar standing next to my Grammy's Plural mucho no need to talk though I'm a just do so I'm coming at ya with the smoothest slickness Behold the style lick of this kickin Yes Yes Y'all (And ya don't stop) Mic check y'all (And ya don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (And ya don't stop) Mic check y'all (And ya don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (And ya don't stop) Mic check y'all (And ya don't quit) 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 kind a left a void in me You can't keep runnin' in and out of my life Said my mic aight Pump your radio you could record As they place my welcome mat at the music awards Coming through 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 saying Jada cause that name's mine I rocked the Philly fade with the diving 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 Yes Yes Y'all (And ya don't stop) Mic check y'all (And ya don't quit) -repeat-
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