Yes Sir by Mc Kresha Lyrics
[Teksti i "Yes Sir" ft. Lyrical Son]
[Verse 1: MC Kresha]
Five star 100 proof, sa here hi n'booth
Pluma sa t'dush depertojna n'bulletproof
Me menu u duft para se me hi n'lufte
Kena 9 milimiter tyten sa ni base boof
Whoof motherfucker them boys is back
Hardcore motherfucker prej gojes qes crack
Jeni soft motherfuckers prej lojes dilni kejt
Ikni shpejt pidha mos shtroni hejt
Njerzt in my section jon t'prekshem
I nxjerin gjujn shpejt, cold reaction
Pap pap stop testin testin
A jeni pak per affirmative action
Microphone assassin, mafia fashion
La familia, smokin' sensimilia
Ket sen e kena for really ya (for real ya)
What's the deal ya? Ama hekrin do ti killi ya
E kena pernime, sot s'osht 1 Prilli, yo
Kena kuaj fuqi si me pas kusheri Grant Hill-in ya
Ti po don mu qi qiju me ma t'mirin, yo
Beef me cilindo merri thirri biri, yo
Merri thirri biri, yo
[Chorus: Lyrica Son]
Follow my lead boy (Yes sir)
Lock and load (Yes sir)
Aim good right there (Yes sir)
Leave 'em dead (Yes sir)
Follow my lead boy (Yes sir)
Lock and load (Yes sir)
Aim good right there (Yes sir)
Leave 'em dead (Yes sir)
[Verse 2: Lyrical Son]
My state of mind is proceed don't quit the
Game is mine you lames ain't shit nah
Hard to find you can see me in the hood
Smokin' that green, lightin' that kush
We about to ambush, all these pranksters
Hide in your bushes and watch the real gangstaz
Who got got ya black you smashin' (ay)
Pa-pa pa-pa, gone with your cash
Now you don't like that (no)
One the last jack, what you talkin' loud
Were them guns at?
Shoot if you got balls to prove it, you a shoota
Real deal in your been ill to it
We expose those who fake shows
Who sexpose like hoes with no clothes
No arrest on me, I got the recipee
That make these motherfuckers bleed if they testing me
Fuck insecurity, I invest on me
Before and now fourty four magnum and a russian TT
Be like always man, like all my boys man
Thats me taste man ,these all're my boyzz man
You can't fuck with a lyrical regga man
Abnormal, sick, individual albanian (Yes, I is)
The absolute king of the ring in this rap showbizz
[Chorus: Lyrical Son]
Follow my lead boy (Yes sir)
Lock and load (Yes sir)
Aim good right there (Yes sir)
Leave 'em dead (Yes sir)
Follow my lead boy (Yes sir)
Lock and load (Yes sir)
Aim good right there (Yes sir)
Leave 'em dead (Yes sir)
[Verse 1: MC Kresha]
Five star 100 proof, sa here hi n'booth
Pluma sa t'dush depertojna n'bulletproof
Me menu u duft para se me hi n'lufte
Kena 9 milimiter tyten sa ni base boof
Whoof motherfucker them boys is back
Hardcore motherfucker prej gojes qes crack
Jeni soft motherfuckers prej lojes dilni kejt
Ikni shpejt pidha mos shtroni hejt
Njerzt in my section jon t'prekshem
I nxjerin gjujn shpejt, cold reaction
Pap pap stop testin testin
A jeni pak per affirmative action
Microphone assassin, mafia fashion
La familia, smokin' sensimilia
Ket sen e kena for really ya (for real ya)
What's the deal ya? Ama hekrin do ti killi ya
E kena pernime, sot s'osht 1 Prilli, yo
Kena kuaj fuqi si me pas kusheri Grant Hill-in ya
Ti po don mu qi qiju me ma t'mirin, yo
Beef me cilindo merri thirri biri, yo
Merri thirri biri, yo
[Chorus: Lyrica Son]
Follow my lead boy (Yes sir)
Lock and load (Yes sir)
Aim good right there (Yes sir)
Leave 'em dead (Yes sir)
Follow my lead boy (Yes sir)
Lock and load (Yes sir)
Aim good right there (Yes sir)
Leave 'em dead (Yes sir)
[Verse 2: Lyrical Son]
My state of mind is proceed don't quit the
Game is mine you lames ain't shit nah
Hard to find you can see me in the hood
Smokin' that green, lightin' that kush
We about to ambush, all these pranksters
Hide in your bushes and watch the real gangstaz
Who got got ya black you smashin' (ay)
Pa-pa pa-pa, gone with your cash
Now you don't like that (no)
One the last jack, what you talkin' loud
Were them guns at?
Shoot if you got balls to prove it, you a shoota
Real deal in your been ill to it
We expose those who fake shows
Who sexpose like hoes with no clothes
No arrest on me, I got the recipee
That make these motherfuckers bleed if they testing me
Fuck insecurity, I invest on me
Before and now fourty four magnum and a russian TT
Be like always man, like all my boys man
Thats me taste man ,these all're my boyzz man
You can't fuck with a lyrical regga man
Abnormal, sick, individual albanian (Yes, I is)
The absolute king of the ring in this rap showbizz
[Chorus: Lyrical Son]
Follow my lead boy (Yes sir)
Lock and load (Yes sir)
Aim good right there (Yes sir)
Leave 'em dead (Yes sir)
Follow my lead boy (Yes sir)
Lock and load (Yes sir)
Aim good right there (Yes sir)
Leave 'em dead (Yes sir)