Yeah Yeah

[Intro: Saigon]

Okay Shu', what's up? (Sup?)

What's up? Yeah yeah

Your boy Saigon, I'm in here

Yeah yeah! Y'all ready?

Uh, c'mon

[Chorus: Saigon]

Y'all niggaz want it? Y'all niggaz get it

Hospital bed, nigga get admitted

My niggaz got it, y'all niggaz want it

Put a knife in your shirt, it hurt don't it?

Now if this the hottest beat of the year say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!)

Ready to start whylin in here, say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!)

Rockin with Saigon this year, say yeah yeah (yeah yeah!)

Yeah yeah! (Yeah yeah!) Yeah yeah! (Yeah yeah!)

[Saigon]

Why y'all wanna make me get back on my bull job?

Even though I hang with the Gang of those Good Guys

We don't fear no man, play like you Conan

I'ma have your whole fam sayin they goodbyes

I might be the wrong one to try to intimidate

If some shootin is goin on, I'ma participate

If some lootin is goin on, I'ma participate

Cause I'm tired of seein the designs on the dinner plate

Need some food on it, lasagna, and a steak

So I'ma move on it, piranhas infiltrate

You feel like a Navy SEAL, the real shady deal

We the ones crazy real, that ain't just the way we feel

These are facts, you can even act

Or you could check my hood credit scores, Equifax

Yah - this is what I suggest

If you the truth nigga take a lie detector test, yes

[background talking] Knahmean?

These niggaz'll fail a lie detector test (haha, all them niggaz)

Fraudulent ass motherfuckers (do it again)

Get 'em!

[Chorus - change "y'all" to "you"]

[Saigon]

Uh, I'm insightful, like I read ten Bibles

My wheel turn faster than a fuckin spin cycle

I ain't seen an encyclopedia since high school

That's around the time I start fuckin with thin rifles

Talkin in your soft comm'[?]

Bustin, discussin just like a pork rind

You was a muh'fucker that fought crime

Now they gave you a microphone and some talk time

You turned into a porcupine, you ain't never walked the line

Never walked a yard, you just talkin hard

You go to Hell, you send 'em rhymes and swore to God

You a fraud, and a fraud in the presence of the Lord

to my dawgs is startin to look like a smörgåsbord

I don't idolize, I'm cooler than (Charles in Charge)

Smooth as Ahmad Rasheed, your music is yadda-yah

A lot of blah, and bangin drums on a hard guitar

Your content is nonsense, gar-bage (garbage)

Haha, ay, you know how many of these niggaz

don't be talkin about shit on they records? (none of 'em)

The beat be savin it

Fuck it, let's do it one more time

[Chorus - change "y'all" to "you"]