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lirik lagu dj squeeky - drink a yak

[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?

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