Yay Yay (Explicit)
Schoolboy Q"Yay Yay (Explicit)" is a song by Schoolboy Q, released in 2013 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:41 long and contains 82 lines and 461 words.
Lyrics
0:16Had pistols in my hands
0:17Had pockets full of Ox
0:20Whole life I been a G
0:21Had b**ches on the block
0:23Had strippers on the pole
0:25Had coc*ine in the pot
0:27Got fiends at the do'
0:29So I turned that to a rock
0:31That yay yay
0:32That yay yay
0:47I'm a drug dealin' ni**a
0:49Cause them grades ain't get me paid
0:51My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid
0:54See my daughter need some shoes
0:56And my mom work overtime
0:58So I'm standin'
0:59By that stop sign with nickels and them dimes
1:02Keep that work got that Oxy
1:04Need that kilo call that papi
1:06Know my steelo shrimp with sake
1:08Sold that hero'n look like toffee
1:10Keep my nina just might off him
1:13No them boys on Figg don't play
1:14Most my life on 51st
1:16Went to school on 52nd
1:18Used to fight on 49th
1:20Grandma said be home by night
1:22But her old a** sixty something
1:24So three hours late aiight
1:26Still I love her R I P when she died
1:29I took her place
1:30And became a f**king G
1:32Moved my crack across the street
1:37Figg get it get it yeah
1:40Drug dealin' ni**a
1:49Yawk yawk yawk
1:51Had pistols in my hands
1:52Had pockets full of Ox
1:54Whole life I been a G
1:56Had b**ches on the block
1:57Had strippers on the pole
1:59Had coc*ine in the pot
2:01Got fiends at the do'
2:03So I turned that to a rock
2:05That yay yay
2:06That yay yay
2:22I'm a drug dealin' ni**a
2:24Roll my cyc' on Hoover's street
2:25Just a year after Pac died we all bump Suga Free
2:29Didn't know what he was sayin'
2:31Til them years done jumped to three
2:33Learned the game
2:34Slangin' hoes and every car door need a key
2:37Charge them smokers day through night
2:39Sellin' pies who need a slice
2:41Life is craps so shoot the dice
2:43Get the cheese but cut the mice
2:45Enemies be left to right
2:46We don't call our sh*t the trap
2:48B**ch we call our sh*t the set
2:50Unless we OD with Reynold's Wrap
2:52After crack it's Oxy next
2:54But thank God the yay was yay
2:56Off the yee like it's the bay
2:58Rock a chain I'm Kunta K
3:00Out in Texas what's the word
3:02Keep them packs and that's for sure
3:04Slang to him and slang to her
3:06Ask a fiend they will concur
3:08Figg get it get it yeah
3:10Drug dealin' ni**a
3:23Yawk yawk yawk
3:25Had pistols in my hands
3:26Had pockets full of Ox
3:28Whole life I been a G
3:30Had b**ches on the block
3:32Had strippers on the pole
3:34Had coc*ine in the pot
3:36Got fiends at the do'
3:38So I turned that to a rock
3:40That yay yay
3:41That yay yay
Had pistols in my hands Had pockets full of Ox Whole life I been a G Had b**ches on the block Had strippers on the pole Had coc*ine in the pot Got fiends at the do' So I turned that to a rock That yay yay That yay yay I'm a drug dealin' ni**a Cause them grades ain't get me paid My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid See my daughter need some shoes And my mom work overtime So I'm standin' By that stop sign with nickels and them dimes Keep that work got that Oxy Need that kilo call that papi Know my steelo shrimp with sake Sold that hero'n look like toffee Keep my nina just might off him No them boys on Figg don't play Most my life on 51st Went to school on 52nd Used to fight on 49th Grandma said be home by night But her old a** sixty something So three hours late aiight Still I love her R I P when she died I took her place And became a f**king G Moved my crack across the street Figg get it get it yeah Drug dealin' ni**a Yawk yawk yawk Had pistols in my hands Had pockets full of Ox Whole life I been a G Had b**ches on the block Had strippers on the pole Had coc*ine in the pot Got fiends at the do' So I turned that to a rock That yay yay That yay yay I'm a drug dealin' ni**a Roll my cyc' on Hoover's street Just a year after Pac died we all bump Suga Free Didn't know what he was sayin' Til them years done jumped to three Learned the game Slangin' hoes and every car door need a key Charge them smokers day through night Sellin' pies who need a slice Life is craps so shoot the dice Get the cheese but cut the mice Enemies be left to right We don't call our sh*t the trap B**ch we call our sh*t the set Unless we OD with Reynold's Wrap After crack it's Oxy next But thank God the yay was yay Off the yee like it's the bay Rock a chain I'm Kunta K Out in Texas what's the word Keep them packs and that's for sure Slang to him and slang to her Ask a fiend they will concur Figg get it get it yeah Drug dealin' ni**a Yawk yawk yawk Had pistols in my hands Had pockets full of Ox Whole life I been a G Had b**ches on the block Had strippers on the pole Had coc*ine in the pot Got fiends at the do' So I turned that to a rock That yay yay That yay yay
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