Yeah Yeah U Know It - Keith Murray, Def Squad

A si se coje toma

Just blaze, you son of a gun!

Yeah yeah you know it, ain’t scared to show it

We do dis' like we want to and don’t give fuck

Yeah yeah you know it, ain’t scared to show it

It go

Lights, camera, action you’re on

«Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on»

I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word ball

Cause cats out here dont be sayin' jack bone

I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic

Old folks say «that boy need the lord in his life»

Nigga, think you can phase me???

But nigga, you must be crazy!!!

It go «ese loco, dame un beso»

Dominican girls, them call us negro

I keep it short pony, short camel toe

The reason why man, I dont know

No matter where I go, here I go, there I go, I’m propa

And keep shit poppin' like orville redenbacher

More freaky-deaky wit' the speechy

I stay off the meat rack b!

(exactly)

— repeat 2X

Sermon, bless a flow you know God sent me

Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley

I’m dope (oh yeah you know it)

Got a infared beam (ain't scared to show it)

Peep it, check my movement this here feel right (how???)

Check his cap make sure his pill right (boy)

You a fake thug wit' a deal

The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill

You cats is kittens boy drink this milk

Put down that Hennessy son ya killin' me

Dub, I snatch the corn from the children

Stashed it in ya homeboy’s buildin'

(Stop he’s killin' him somebody call the cops!!!)

Yeah call 911, and watch no one come

That’s to show you how nice I am

The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam

Woah!

— repeat 2X

In the bed I’m the marathon man, Redman

Hittin' more walls than aerosol cans, don’t I???

(Yeah Yeah you know it)

And when I fuck… (Ain't scared to show it)

And when the Brick’s outta control, barricade the city

There’s an outbreak in ya outta state committee

You seen it (yeah yeah you know it)

And if you got it… (ain't scared to show it)

You want the bad guy — here I am

I got them hoes on Gilla cam

Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan

You as small as a kilogram

I’m an airplane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man

I’m the boss

Stock tha Binaca

Shut up all the gossip, bring the rosta

I whoop ass like Ike Turner any day

When I stomp emcees out I yell «Annie Mae???»

Whether I’m hot or not, pigeons gon' flock

They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on Doc

Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food

Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool, cool

— repeat till end