Slaine - Yosemite Sam lyrics
[Slaine - Yosemite Sam lyrics]
Fuck what you heard here we go
Yeah
Yo, I'ma get it coming in, howling winds
Fuck all the wordplay, now it begins
"Heyo Keyo" I'm hooked on the powder again
Go and turn the knob so
We getting louder than them
People in the city spit it now
Hear it in the beatbox
(November) Slaine was committed to the detox
(Remember) I had a 40 bag in my knee socks
Middle finger up at these cops, oh he's hot
Now he up and hollering the B spot
I'm the whitey whitey
Not the mighty mighty teapot
So hidey-hidey-ho, hidey hey
Night-night, no
You ain't seeing the light of day
This jerk going berserk, sipping Sizzurp
And getting sick and i'm alcoholic
Take the names
Throw 'em fist first until you disperse
I think I can do it, man, give me a chance
I'ma steal your truck, fuck a Jimmy or Vance
I'ma shoot your block up, Yosemite Sam
You wanna bring it to me? Go and get at me
Man
Oh, go and get at me, my flow is deadly
You know it's steadily blowing
Ketamine in a pan i mean that I might be a
Fiend but my wifey is clean
Hates I'm a trife human being
I see Limousines follow me and squalor me
Women scream, my apologies
'Cause, I'm hollering at my following
That knows I ain't got shit
I ain't got a thing
So I gotta rap, so I gotta sing
Getting blowjobs at the
Bada-bing bada dada-ding
Popping pills, kolonopins, corner friends
Scheming on the ten, I ain't never gonna win
Creaming on her chin, demon onto him
Dreaming on a sin
What the fuck is wrong with him?
I won't lose it, I can't do it
I put my foot in the door
Got blood on my pants doing it
I think I can do it, man, give me a chance
I'ma steal your truck, fuck a Jimmy or Vance
I'ma shoot your block up, Yosemite Sam
You wanna bring it to me? Go and get at me
Man
Yeah
Yo, I'ma get it coming in, howling winds
Fuck all the wordplay, now it begins
"Heyo Keyo" I'm hooked on the powder again
Go and turn the knob so
We getting louder than them
People in the city spit it now
Hear it in the beatbox
(November) Slaine was committed to the detox
(Remember) I had a 40 bag in my knee socks
Middle finger up at these cops, oh he's hot
Now he up and hollering the B spot
I'm the whitey whitey
Not the mighty mighty teapot
So hidey-hidey-ho, hidey hey
Night-night, no
You ain't seeing the light of day
This jerk going berserk, sipping Sizzurp
And getting sick and i'm alcoholic
Take the names
Throw 'em fist first until you disperse
I think I can do it, man, give me a chance
I'ma steal your truck, fuck a Jimmy or Vance
I'ma shoot your block up, Yosemite Sam
You wanna bring it to me? Go and get at me
Man
Oh, go and get at me, my flow is deadly
You know it's steadily blowing
Ketamine in a pan i mean that I might be a
Fiend but my wifey is clean
Hates I'm a trife human being
I see Limousines follow me and squalor me
Women scream, my apologies
'Cause, I'm hollering at my following
That knows I ain't got shit
I ain't got a thing
So I gotta rap, so I gotta sing
Getting blowjobs at the
Bada-bing bada dada-ding
Popping pills, kolonopins, corner friends
Scheming on the ten, I ain't never gonna win
Creaming on her chin, demon onto him
Dreaming on a sin
What the fuck is wrong with him?
I won't lose it, I can't do it
I put my foot in the door
Got blood on my pants doing it
I think I can do it, man, give me a chance
I'ma steal your truck, fuck a Jimmy or Vance
I'ma shoot your block up, Yosemite Sam
You wanna bring it to me? Go and get at me
Man