Yee

(album: My Ghetto Report Card - 2006)

[Hook]
That's the call of my thugs when they step into the club
They go Yeeeee! (Yeeeee)
When you hit the prissy bitch from Vallejo or the Rich
They holla Yeeeee! (Yeeeee)
You can catch me in the traffic in the Cutlass or the Maverick
Hollering Yeeee! (Yeeee)
If you're sticking like some static we gon' bust them automatics
Like Yeeee! (Yeeee)

[Verse 1 E-40]
My area code grows some of the best weed in the world, my ninja, we ain't no punk
They say we need to take a bath in tomato juice 'cause we always smell like skunk
Sloppy drunk, nine times out of ten, I ain't tryna see me
Bending corners in my brand-new Dodge Durango Hemi
Pimping a lot of ballers, always smoking mister jolly lama
Always pulling me over and searching my fucking car
Searching my gluteus maximus, flashlight in my draws
Acting like some batches is, thinking I got robbed
Doing it big, take a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid
Smoking spliff, already been, pushing red, 'bout my nig
Everybody wanna talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark
Everybody wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw on the pillow top
I get a call from Young Bob, here up out my zone
He said your Hillside nigga Ned on his way home
I said well tell him to call me, I love his ass to death
Any nigga hating he gon' take they last breath

[Hook]

[Verse 2 Too $hort]
(Biatch!)
It's your partner from the town, mayne
I see y'all doing it big, we getting down mayne
Yeah I fuck with the V, Richmond know me
Wherever niggas ballin is where bitches gon' be
You can go across the bridge, fucking with a bitch
Don't matter which side, you'll be all up in some shit
Before you know it, it ain't like it used to be
Everybody got straps that shoot you or me
I give a fuck about who, I don't even know you
Wassup, yeah pimping, I got my thang too
And it's cooo, cause I know you know it
I ain't even got a bullet, ain't even gotta show it
Don't blow it, it's where the black man stinking
I be laying underground in a casket stinking
If I slip, I gotta keep my poise
You hear that 8 away bumping man, what's all that noise?

[Hook]

[Interlude Budda]
Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
Get your head busted in, I'm not your boy or your friend
You say that, do that, pull that, shoot that
Now where your crew at, what you gon' do now
I'm a west coast nigga Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a east coast nigga Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a down south nigga Yeeee! (Yeeeee)
I'm a Midwest nigga Yeeee! (Yeeeee)

[Hook]