Yeah, Yeah, You Know It Lyrics - Keith Murray

[Keith Murray] 

Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun 

{"Uh-huh, uh-huh" - repeat 13X over chorus} 

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

[Chorus] 

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

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

[Verse 1: Keith Murray] 

Lights, camera, action you're on 

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

I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word bond 

'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 "Està loco, dame un beso" 

Dominican girls, them call us negro 

I keep a short pony, short camel toe 

the reason why man, I don't know 

no matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm proper 

And keep shit poppin like Orville Redenbacher 

More freaky-deaky wit' the speechy 

I stay off the meat rag be (exactly) 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X 

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon] 

Seromon, bless a flow you know Hod 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 how nice I am 

The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X 

[Verse 3: Redman] 

I'm 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 gilla-cam 

Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan 

You as small as a kilogram 

I'm a airplane ridin' over colombia, ya middle man 

I'm the boss Doc-ta Binaca 

Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta 

I whoop ass like Ike Turner any day 

When I stomp Mc's out I yell "Annie Mae??" 

Whether I'm hot or not, pidgeons 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 

Whores, whores, whores, whores 

hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! 

[Chorus] - repeat to fade