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Keith Murray

Genres: Hip-Hop

Yeah Yeah U Know It Lyrics - Keith Murray

Así se coje toma 

Just blaze, you son of a bitch! 

 

Uh-huh, uh-huh 

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Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it 

 

We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck 

Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it 

 

It go 

Lights, camera, action you're on 

"Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on" 

I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word ball 

'cause cats out here don't be sayin' jack bone 

I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic 

Old folks say "that boy need the lord in his life" 

Nigga, think you can phase me? 

But nigga, you must be crazy! 

It go "ese loco, dame un beso" 

Dominican girls, them call us negro 

I keep it short pony, short camel toe 

The reason why man, I dont know 

No matter where I go, here I go, there I go, I'm propa 

And keep shit poppin' like orville redenbacher 

More freaky-deaky wit' the speechy 

I stay off the meat rack b!! (exactly) 

 

We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck 

Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it 

 

We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck 

Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it 

 

Seromon, bless a flow you know God sent me 

Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley 

I'm dope (oh yeah you know it) 

Got a infared beam (ain't scared to show it) 

Peep it, check my movement this here feel right (how???) 

Check his cap make sure his pill right (boy) 

You a fake thug wit' a deal 

The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill 

You cats is kittens boy drink this milk 

Put down that Hennessy son ya killin' me 

Dub, I snatch the corn from the children 

Stashed it in ya homeboy's buildin' 

(Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops!!!) 

Yeah call 911, and watch no one come 

That's to show you how nice I am 

The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam 

Woah! 

 

We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck 

Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it 

 

We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck 

Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it 

 

In the bed I'm the marathon man, Redman 

Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I? 

(Yeah Yeah you know it) 

And when I fuck (Ain't scared to show it) 

And when the Brick's outta control, barricade the city 

There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee 

You seen it (yeah yeah you know it) 

And if you got it (Ain't scared to show it) 

You want the bad guy, here I am 

I got them hoes on killa-cam 

Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan 

You as small as a kilogram 

I'm air plane ridin' over Colombia, ya middle man 

I'm the boss 

Stock tha Binaca 

Shut up all the gossip, bring the rosta 

I whoop ass like Ike Turner any day 

When I stomp emcees out I yell "Annie Mae???" 

Whether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock 

They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on Doc 

Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food 

Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool, cool 

 

We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck 

Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it 

 

We do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck 

Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it 

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