Yessir! lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]
Live in stereo!
Yessir! This what I wanna hear my n*gga, yeah
Yeah yeah (These parts bogie)
You don't even know that's the official word up in the town
You heard? (Yeah) hahaha (Who needs trees?)
Get that swing (Yessir!) get it in man (Yeah)
That's the official sh*t kid, mm-hmm (f*ck that)
Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park and sh*t
What are you going to rap about?
Yeah, when n*ggas was rhymin hard and comin crazy
Electrifying and vivid (All that, all that) yo

[Verse: Raekwon]
I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I'm mad high
Stolen black Jag, I brag fly, yeah
Yo, a project thug, political gangster, starving
Langston Hughes, jews want the crib when the God dies, I'm deadly
Metaphors'll dog you while I'm in the Forbes
First 500 n*ggas who raw live
Yo B, the n*gga Shallah, he low-key
But he O.G., half of his n*ggas gone or in hidin'
Federales'll sneak, police, holdin' my old piece
Heard the young policeman died
58 carats of glass, the Aston blueberry black
Where I keep my ices and knives at
One of the force rawest
Yo, we're British aware who get money, shoot dice in his fortress
Mocknecks and stragglers
Eightball jackets the hagglers of the rap game, post up, surprise
I want that spot
Coolin' with the Supervillain team, all you other playboys is twats
n*ggas be down for the murder game
Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in the n*gga frame
I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalian
Polly with them n*ggas with the waves in their dome like tsunami
All we do is get fresh and f*ck ma probably
Yo' baby mother gave me head in Barney's while I calmly
And I got giants in armies
While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas
Yeah, Chef back, some call him Louis Smith Slash
Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack
We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith
$700 jeans, keepin' your man distance
Yeah son, gimme your ear son
Yo yo yo, yo yo get the f*ck away from the ropes man
f*ckin' chicken, ha ha ha
[Outro]
DOOM, the warning signal again, somebody approaches!
What manner of creatures are these? There they are again, FIRE!
A gunshot from inside the house, forces a change of plans
Okay, let's make sure all the windows are covered
A straightforward entry has turned
Into what appears to be a barricaded standoff
POLICE DEPARTMENT! COME TO THE FRONT DOOR!
Anything you say, cracker
As the funky beat continues