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letra de drink a yak - dj squeeky

[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

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