Fat Jack - Yep! lyrics

[Verse 1] All we gotta do is Record the song and tweak the mix Compile the album, go down the list Some hit, some miss, that risk you take One hit you rich, that dream you make Your cash advance from master dat If you have the chance, don't slack on wax Get radio spins, from shakin' they hands When you grease their palms, they made you spin It's so not told, go platinum, gold Pay back what's owed, whether fast or slow Be black and bold, just have some soul Many lack the flow, only half of whole [Hook] [Various samples] Yep [Verse 2] Hip hop Hip hop if it were not for you I'd probably Walk the street, carry Glocks and heat Be on some ill sh** that you would not believe Maybe a cat thief giving you grief, family beef Instead I use the inner eye energy and chi It all seems simplified for you and me Though we hard core unorthodox ma** ministry Some of my folks is locs, all my dogs get hype You fo' sho' got jokes, all talk with a mic You lost your stripes, ghetto pa** revoked Don't let cash get low, can't go back no mo' In the game there's pain, small fries big names Some die in vain, it's a cryin' shame [Hook] All we gotta do is Collect awards, show respect on tour Don't neglect the floor, to the top we soar Dear god it bumps, if you got the humps Speakers in your trunk, and you blazin' skunk And you diggin' the vibe, with me and Tribe Unique Up to the highest peak, public outreach See what works for you may not work for me I give them the same feeling of our first LP You on work release, I move merchandise Yeah you took that heat, was it worth the price? Many hurt themselves, helps their record sales End up next in jail, makin' threats and bail Be a musical person, you're confusin' your searchin' You know danger is lurkin', you'll be hurtin' for certain Many chase the lights, but they game ain't tight Could have sunk the shot, but they aim wasn't right [Hook]