Kurupt - Yessir lyrics

Now, why should I play around?
Lay it down like most of
Y'all and lay around?
I'd rather gather hollow heads
And lay ya' down
But I'm a little too old to play around
You still bangin' Dr dre and Dogg Pound
Snoop is still the hottest motherfucker out
Yessir! We still around
Yessir! We still world renowned
I caught silence, I silence sound
I'm under the radar, stuff silent sound
I'm here, my dude, I am born again
We saber-toothed tigers, y'all Cornish hens
Y'all cornball ballas, we presidents
With presidential-acquired hidden residents
Yessir! We residents
And controllers of secret
Soldiers and regiments yessir! We ball out
Yessir! Till we fall out
We get high get high we don't have to try
We don't have to look and
We don't have to buy
We don't have to make ends meet to get by
We don't have to try, I am that guy
Yessir! I am that guy yessir! I am that fly
I can't help it and I can't stop
And I won't stop and I don't stop
I'mma take the top and put
It where the bottom drop
Then I'mma reverse it and make
The bottom hit top
See this is what they all call the top spot
Then I'mma show the top where the bottom stop
I am everything that is anything
I can't sing a note so I let the semi sing
Send 'em out on a mission
See what the semi bring
Back home to your selected
And newly-elected king now that's gangsta
See that's gangsta now that's gangsta
Keepin it gangsta wit'chall
Now that's gangsta gangsta Gangsta gangsta

Yessir! I am that guy yessir! I am that high
Rollercoaster, this whole movement's over
Givin' ya west coasters, the cold shoulder
I am ready, yes, I am here
I am back, Jack, the spinner of the year
Let's get one thing here real crystal clear
We reappear, their hopes disappear
Evaporate, dissipate, your folks disappear
And if you were smart you wouldn't be here
Now that's what I call a double whammy
I don't need the white folks
I get ghetto Grammys
Yessir! I get ghetto Grammys
Yessir! My women's eye candy
I can't help it and I can't stop
And I won't stop, that's why I don't stop
I'm similar to Biggie, similar to Pac
Similar to Snoop, similar to Doc
Similar because they all taught me something
Ock firsthand, like cock and pop
Before a nigga talk
I'm airborne, you're grounded
Like you hid your report card
And your mama found it yessir! I found it
My drrr-ream to go far as God allows me
The sky's the limit it's in my arm's reach
So I'mma reach as far as my arms reach
Gangsta now that'sgangsta
Keepin' itgangsta wit'chall