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dj squeeky - drink a yak lyrics

[intro: dj squeeky]
to the motherf+cker that couldn’t keep dj squeeky out their motherf+ckin’ mouth, b+tch
the sh+t still goes on, ho
so, dj squeeky finna drop this sh+t for your motherf+ckin’ 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. n+gga]
mr. n+gga, spittin’ one hundred percent pimp+sh+t
i’m givin’ your b+tch the [?] when i f+ck the trick
real n+ggas 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 f+ck with me
[verse 2: mj]
mj, and n+ggas just can’t f+ck with this pimpin’ sh+t
’cause i’m reminiscin’ ’bout [?]
thick sh+t, and still i’m drinkin’ pure and smokin’ ink
makin’ money, stickin’ and stack and jabbin’ hoochies ’til they p+ssy [?]
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 n+gga just gotta cl!ck
a insane mane, put that thang, servin’ n+gga sh+t
a n+gga that [?] droppin’ ’cause i’m droppin’ them hoes off
i’m [?] and k!llin’ gotta bust some b+tches ass up
zirk got some motherf+ckin’ anna for you sissy hoes
a down motherf+cker n+gga, but still get high

[verse 4: mr. kilo g]
i like to get high
my d+ck is numb like a b+tch that’s full of cocaine
i try to say no, but with onions in my f+ckin’ brain
i’m jackin’ on n+ggas and smackin’ on b+tches
’cause i don’t give a sh+t, don’t even speak when i’m high
kilo’s gonna cl!ck on any motherf+cker with a problem
i’m tickin’ like a time bomb, so b+tch, 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 b+tches wanna get with it
take your time you motherf+ckin’ sucker
smoke some bud, drink a yak, and then you gots to get back
tom skee is cl!ckin’, makin’ all these motherf+ckers hot
pull out my nine and watch all these little suckers drop
[verse 6: big syl]
whoopin’ a n+gga for tryna test my motherf+ckin’ pimpin’
five seconds [?]
slap that b+tch with the tone, then let her know that it’s on
you f+ck with lil’ syl, b+tch, i bet you won’t live long

[verse 7: lil ced]
reggie [?] now my n+gga, let me smoke ’em
flippin’ four+five on this b+tch+ass, then stroll the ho to the ‘llac
sissy motherf+cker pay your ho
lil’ ced makin’ these hoes bring that sh+t to the door

[verse 8: lil reggie]
r+e+g, a lil’+ass n+gga ’bout 5’6″
f+ckin’ these hoes with this good ass d+ck
grab the b+tch, and chocke her
now she’s a ho that i f+ck 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 bullsh+tter
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: k!lla b]
i need a good d+ck suckin’, you b+tches 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 b+tches every god d+mn day
’cause it’s the k!lla b, comin’ right at you again, b+tch
bodyslammin’ hoes, slangin’ n+ggas 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, b+tches 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, b+tch, don’t clown
it’s the n+gga, n+gga, n+gga that you love to hate
it’s the k!lla b, b+tch, 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
[?] scr+ppin’ 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?

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