Yella & Yayo lyrics

[Intro: Go Yayo & Yella Beezy]
HoodFame, HoodFame, HoodFame
Yayo
Ayy ayy, the Yella mane, god damn
Say Yella, pill pop one, got one, pop one
Pop one, pop one, pop one

[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo
Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo
I'ma go run to them pesos, we pimpin', lil daddy don't chase hoes
Say lil b*tch, watch what you say ho, ayy lil b*tch watch what you say ho
Designer shoes hurt your feet, I get paid all week
At the club gettin' geeked, I don't want her, she a freak
I got bars, what you need? I swap cars with my peeps
I ball hard like I'm Meech, realest n*gga in the streets

[Verse 1: Yella Beezy]
Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo
I drop the top on Rodeo
Pour up a deuce in a fuego
I got them pounds from Vallejo
b*tch I'm on fire, no J-O
b*tch don't you lie 'less I say so
Cookie got her geeked like she Faybo
I get that drank in from Vallejo
Young n*gga, young n*gga, yeah I had to run it up
Keep that four-five by my belly, no tummy tuck
Lil n*gga didn't stop with the drum, man that's fun to us
I feel like Pimp C b*tch, no I can't stop comin' up
Takin' a flight with the b*tch, her name Monica
f*ckin' the b*tch and she squirt on the furniture
I parked in the lot, she run back to her lame boss
f*ck what you heard n*gga, I had to run it up
Off them bars I go crazy
She my broad, my lil baby
We shot out cars with three-eighties
Big old forty, no safety
I don't f*ck with boy, yeah he shady
Rerock hard like the eighties
Big old toy in my blazer
Can't trust these broads, they fugazi
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo
Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo
I'ma go run to them pesos, we pimpin', lil daddy don't chase hoes
Say lil b*tch, watch what you say ho, ayy lil b*tch watch what you say ho
Designer shoes hurt your feet, I get paid all week
At the club gettin' geeked, I don't want her, she a freak
I got bars, what you need? I swap cars with my peeps
I ball hard like I'm Meech, realest n*gga in the streets

[Verse 2: Go Yayo]
Oh my it's Yayo and Yella
Hundred P's in the cellar
Yopper bang heavy metal
Big ass thooka, turn his ass to a step through
f*cked her on the first day that I met her
She don't love me, she in love with my bezel
But after I f*cked her, hit the door, then I left her
I don't want the b*tch, she really ain't special
Damnit man, damnit man, I had to make a plan
Had to hit a lick on plug and the middle man
You say you want war then let's get it then
Had an FN, bullets spinnin' like ceiling fan
I know you heard the song boy
I can get you knocked and it won't take long boy
Try me, I'm the wrong boy
f*ck a vest, hit you all in your dome boy
Murder scene, murder scene
I'm on fire like kerosene
Now these n*ggas want murder me
I just kill 'em with courtesy
I'm laughing at n*ggas
Hah, 'cause I'm livin' my dreams
I got fifteen with a beam, long extension for your team
b*tch we ready for the scheme
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo
Oh my, it's Yella and Yayo, oh my, it's Yella and Yayo
I'ma go run to them pesos, we pimpin', lil daddy don't chase hoes
Say lil b*tch, watch what you say ho, ayy lil b*tch watch what you say ho
Designer shoes hurt your feet, I get paid all week
At the club gettin' geeked, I don't want her, she a freak
I got bars, what you need? I swap cars with my peeps
I ball hard like I'm Meech, realest n*gga in the streets