Yankin Lyrics - Revenue Retrievin: Graveyard Shift - E-40

Uh! 

Let me go and knock my down and beat this track back 

This one of em party starters mane make the party crack 

I'm in the vocal vuze right now with my plastic cup filled to the rim 

Bout to head out to the club and try to knock some new tramp 

What'chu mean new tramp? Some twenty-one of that bitch see 

I don't know what they be puttin' in the water nowadays but white girls got big booties 

Ain't no color line I'm color blind let me stop lying mister 

We all created equal but I prefer a sister 

Like baby girl right there she gotta big ole cha-donka-donk 

She probably workout three times a week and eat what the fuck she want 

You got your thumper on you my nig just in case we get into some funk? 

Naw remember they tided me down I put it back in the trunk 

Well I got mine on me homie, and if I have to I'll shoot 

Well I don't think I'm a sucka they better not hip, bip or boot 

Fuck all of the VIP let's order some drinks and sit at the bar 

I'm a reckless street nigga everybody wanna be a superstar 

Pushin' up, bring it down 

Side to side, round and round 

I'm high off the ground 

I'm try'na take her to the telly and pound 

This thang yankin' 

Yankin' yankin' yankin' yankin' 

Yankin' yankin' yankin' yankin' 

This thang yankin' 

Neck full of jewelry tell a playa haters hello 

Pull up in that Porsche painted Japanese yellow 

(Yellow?) Yeah pimp yellow 

Fuck what the kids she can lose that other fellow 

Pocket full of money and I'm a keep it all 

I ain't make ya shit rain tell ya bitch to get a job 

The boy with the X is not goin have it with the crew 

I'm fly everyday like I run for Jet Blue 

Yeah I step in the place with the pumper on my waist 

The jack boys coming but my goons on the case 

Let the V.I.P. in the middle of the party y'all 

Neck full of chains got me looking like the Marty Grove 

I'm in it with the street niggas chill with the hustlers 

Got love from the hood so you bet not touch us 

The dudes that I'm witting, yeah they the truce 

They don't raps they troops I just bring em out to shoot 

This thang yankin' 

First, hard-headed gas through a HD board 

Instantly transpire the bitches so therefores 

I doin a fif fast to show up in long hair 

Outta cable that caught in the groupie here 

Got yank, the party ain't notice splice 

Married to the game nigga you should throw a rice 

Thick and thin, thin and thick 

The direction should pick the torment how life detorse (it's fully yours) 

T double H... 

She want releventing real I'm the one that'cha see 

Got us mango lick, Monty too exotic 

They know my game persurb (what'chu do) in bomb it 

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