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drink a yak - dj squeeky 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?

- dj squeeky lyrics

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