Baby Bash Lyrics

2. Yeh Suh!

Featuring Max Minelli

We Deep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We Creep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We throw, we blow 
(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 
We Fly 
(Yeh Suh!) 
No Lie 
(Yeh Suh!) 
Off the Trank and the dank so High 
(Yeh Suh!) 
It's my arrival, and my survival 
I'm skying higher then messiah an' his bible 
Watch for that rifle 
Watch for that psycho 
Yo breezy chosen, n she lookin' kinda tight though 

Now if you talk that talk 
ya better walk that walk 
don't let this pretty face fool ya 
'cuz I'm a savage 
like a Dallas Maverick 
Got nephews that'll do ya 
Snatch that jeerzy off your skeleton with the quickness 
And if its wall ta wall betta guard your jaw we handling bi'ness 
Serving this game like tennis we up in this mean Mugging 
Cracking the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin 
Blowing our trees cousin 
it gets sticky in the pain 
Tricky in the tank 
and don't miss me wit that dank 
500 on the street equals 65 G's 
In that Jordan briefcase like that boy from the piz 
Bigger then show biz 
so I'm staying focused 
When they holla at the club 
"How much them blows is" 

We Deep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We Creep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We throw, we blow 
(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 
We Fly 
(Yeh Suh!) 
No Lie 
(Yeh Suh!) 
Off the Trank and the dank so High 
(Yeh Suh!) 

We Deep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We Creep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We throw, we blow 
(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 
We Fly 
(Yeh Suh!) 
No Lie 
(Yeh Suh!) 
Off the Trank and the dank so High 
(Yeh Suh!) 

I remember when my thugs 
showed me how ta slang heat Hollerin 
fixing how ta talk man we gonna bring beat Ya 
now guess what I'm going through and this what I stand fo 
Thuggin ain't that legal but I'm doing what I can boy 
But I sound small I as I is 
sound as raw as I is 
I pop n lift mic's while I bench press heads 
Down is all in it 
see niggaz balling in it 
Aiighty, telling a sad story we know why I got it 
Niggas bad at the game they ain't showing no love 
That's cold nigga deal with it show'em you thug 
Having, Partnah's in prison n a few dead friends 
was the Streets way of showing me two dead ends 
then the beats got to showing me you can make ends 
Going hard in the pank when the pussy boys can't 
One thug that had some said that boy Bash 
That manilla world send max pain coming for that ass. YESSAH! 

We Deep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We Creep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We throw, we blow 
(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 
We Fly 
(Yeh Suh!) 
No Lie 
(Yeh Suh!) 
Off the Trank and the dank so High 
(Yeh Suh!) 

We Deep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We Creep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We throw, we blow 
(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 
We Fly 
(Yeh Suh!) 
No Lie 
(Yeh Suh!) 
Off the Trank and the dank so High 
(Yeh Suh!) 

I'm just a mack man 
I'm just a mack man 
and if its cracking where you mackin where you at man 
I'm just a mack man 
I'm just a mack man 
and if its cracking where you mackin where you at man 
I'm just a mack man 
I'm just a mack man 
and if its cracking where you mackin where you at man 
I'm just a mack man 
I'm just a mack man 
and if its cracking where you mackin where you at man 

We Deep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We Creep 
(Yeh Suh!) 
We throw, we blow 
(Uh Huh, Yeh Suh!) 
We Fly 
(Yeh Suh!) 
No Lie 
(Yeh Suh!) 
Off the Trank and the dank so High 
(Yeh Suh!)

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