Alex Minor - Ya**s!!! lyrics

[Intro, spoken] Yessir, yessir Everybody tryna be so socially conscious right now I don't even know what that means Here we go Yup [Verses] Them white girls at the show? They need it I told 'em I was taken, my ex girly ain't believe it That's why we argued every night I just led worship Now I'm cursing on the phone that's my [garbled] life Real talk: that's my calling and my job Professional and private life don't ever get involved Gimme the light, Sean Paul Gimme the mic, Sean Paul Ron Paul's son said he hate them Sean John jeans, Sean Paul Yeah, she ballin' She got the unibrow She's so New Orleans Pelican throwing outlet pa**es in some Jordans When I'm gone, just bury me in Boston Gardens In Rajon Rondo's coffin Like Robert Parish "The Chief" Why embellish my speech? Son so many rappers, y'all think I've been selling my seed Y'all sell it for cheap, I give it for free Develop my steez, so when I'm dead and gone How many emcees resemblin' me? This Wilt Chamberlain raps, 36 Chamberin' raps Eatin' bangers and mash with that thing on the dash That's .44 magnums 44 more than average Bullets pull it You want any more than that, then that's avarice That's greed and that's a deadly sin Eliot Ness mixed with E.T.'s Elliott Now that's an ATLien, y'all I'm the emoticon Obi Wan Holding onto smoking guns while I'm poking one right under both your lungs like "Nobody move and nobody gets hurt" Long as I got time to sign my face on the j**el case and the insert And I deserve this sizzurp that I slizzurp like dessert I sip it like I'm in a cistern with a sign that say "Don't Disturb" Volcom shorts on, Voltron shirts on Hold on, y'all, Colton Dixon shirts off--Hold on Hurley bro tank look like early Coltrane Holy Moses, she older than Shirley Mo-Claine Weezer, say it ain't so, made her believer Buddy Holly, Mary Tyler Moore, golden retriever The Lever 2000 soap and cold demeanor Got señoritas wishing to commit the misdemeanors I can hear them whispering into my inner ear The beaches are crystal clear and the street's in the rear view mirror And I'm as pure as driven snow Like it's a promise ring around my heart The white Adonis Creed but with Apollo's speed Y'all listen to insane amounts of Christian music Why y'all listenin' to it? Why's a Christian making "Christian" music? Why not Zen and Hindu, Buddhist, Hare Krishna, Vishnu music? Thetan level: L. Ron Hubbard, John Travolta fiction music? I love Wu Tang, that's what I consider music But never once would I consider Wu some "Five-Percenter" music I submit the rules that different choose And pick at fruit that dangles low enough for all these least common denominators to blow for once You can lead horses to water from foraging through forests of lumber But can't force 'em to chug and then court 'em to supper It's like we're born here to suffer while the storm near us hovers And then the coroner told us rigor mortis discovered [Outro] And the crowd say (Ya**s, y-y-y-y-ya**s) And the church say (Ya**s, y-y-y-y-ya**s) And them girls say (Ya**s, y-y-y-y-ya**s) And the crowd say (Ya**s, y-y-y-y-ya**s)