"Yes Yes Remix" lyrics

[Jay Dee:]
Through the headphones
Yeah, Funk Master Flex, baby
Yeah, we gon' set it off
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat rough and rugged about to rock
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

[Illa J:]
Now you know I'm on the grind in the mall like a cop on a crime
Gotta make cash, it's a lot on my mind
I mean I paid them dues, I'ma sip this brew
Got a little minute, I'ma kick it with you
I'm in a constant flow (Like mac on a 'roni, roni)
And I get this dough (Cadillac, like sunny, sunny)
When I spit that flow (It'll sell like honeys, honey)
She got that class (She hit that coney, coney)
She got that ass, we hit that blunt
We push that six (We doin' 'bout twenty, twenty)
Doin' eighty in a lane (No this ain't phoney, phoney)
S on my chest (Wonder woman ain't lonely, lonely)
Now we bump Kanye, we bump Lupe
We hit that, ahh (Everything funny, funny)
Take a trip to the hood (Wonder woman ain't lonely, lonely)
Knock on wood (Double X for the blunties)

[Jay Dee:]
She wants to be on my shit
Ya girl wants to ride my dick
She wants to be on my shit, because she knows you can fuck with this
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat rough and rugged about to rock
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

[YOUNG RJ:]
Young J, they say the rich bastard
'Cause I come through with two in dip fashion
Cartier's and J's and buff glasses
Babes they op' they legs they freak nasty
I just take her face, I'm so classy
Got two to take her place a babe magnet
Beats and breaks is hand crafted
No mistakes in them crates ya bitch asses
Taught by Dilla the great, that's McNasty
Whatever stay killing them plates an assassin, creed
Give em Dick what they need they so catty
The cream got 'em stripping they jeans, they love Daddy

[Jay Dee:]
She wants to be on my shit
Ya girl wants to ride my dick
She wants to be on my shit, because she knows you can fuck with this
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop
To the beat rough and rugged about to rock
Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop

[T3:]
SV we da best we ridiculous
Ask DJ Khaled, Static plus bitches
We problematic to you battered ass niggas
Peep the lines, ain't no lies jotted in the sentence
Sixteen bars, plenty raw stylistic
Fix these broads, they on bars, they ain't gymnast
All in the drawls for the friction
Looking for the logs, special admission
Gonna have to squint to see another niggas vision
Cause if y'all killin' shit, I bring it to existence
Keep six broads, six large, I'm senseless
Cigars, sick cars, chauffeurs pimping

[Jay Dee:]
She wants to be on my shit
Ya girl wants to ride my dick
She wants to be on my shit, because she knows you can fuck with this

If the beat rough or rugged, it don't stop
To the beat, beat, it don't quit
To the beat, rough or rugged to, oh, to what is this?
MC's, y'all persist
But this, y'all can't fuck with this
Yo, run that shit back like that
I'm the skimp, the imp, the ladies pimp
The women, they fight for my delight
'Cause I'm the grandmaster of the three MC
That can shock the house, for y'all ladies
When I rock the microphone, I rock it with ease
LX 450
If you ain't got the shit, then ya brother beat, and ya bitch
Doin' it