E-40, Laroo, DJ Hot - Yankin' lyrics

Uh! Let me go and knock my verse
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 trim
What'chu mean new trim? Some
Twenty-one and up coochie
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 ba 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 patted 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' 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 work 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 VIP 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

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' yankin'
This thang yankin'

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 rice
Thick and thin, thin and thick
The direction should pick the
Torment how life detours (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

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' yankin'
This thang yankin'