Yogi US - I Am lyrics

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Yogi US - I Am lyrics

[Kool G. Rap] G. Rap and my n***a G-Dep 'Bout to do it Gorilla style, you heard It's a Igloo-Bad Boy collabo thing you know? Y'all n***as ain't ready for it Coming Rambo style n***a Two guns up Y'all n***as better duck down...or get your cap lifted off Thats how we doing it for the new millennium you heard? [Verse 1: G. Dep] Regardless of the wait I'm gonna stay straight ghetto Everybody high, don't nobody say hello Even when the sunshining it ain't yellow Get out of the borough if you know it ain't thorough n***as play ball, AWOL, on the furlow Still came down on the furl and pumped hero Red and grey Max's keep as clean as Ajax Ghettos sling cracks while you n***as pay tax Now how ghetto is this? You can catch me in your hallway taking a piss One hand on my dick one hand on a spliff Burnt lips from the roach clip, yellow tips If we ain't closed it I get ferocious Blow this whole sh** and leave me in them roaches In your car motion I cause commotion And I probably need some lotion But I don't get f**ed [Chorus - G. Dep] I am A ghetto n***a you can tell in a talk On the corner selling the snort It's hell in New York Won't stop for a minute cops telling you walk Fake guards telling you pork Settle for shorts Running from court Newports, criminal thoughts On the blocks bodies acourt Nobody supports [Verse 2: Rakim] What's a ghetto n***a? Thorough n***as that get cake Five boroughs of n***as do his ? a ? flip weight Change garments to trick jake, yo dis jake I want it, yo I got warrants in six states Stay calm in a stolen whip with switched plates Snitches hate, I never leave a print to trace Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face On the corner with the crooked n***as, but yo sh**'s straight We start war to leave with these seven revolvers Shell case never touch the floor, sneaky ain't slick enough y'all I'm man enough to put on a dress, creep up like grand-mama and bust y'all Get close enough to part your vest and tux off Who would have thought the lady with the car crush y'all Too smart to get caught, but I got fam up north So if they put me in cuffs and court, f** y'all [Chorus - G. Dep] [Verse 3: Kool G. Rap] co*k back the hammer slow and pop that canteloupe For the venom in my python spit, it ain't no antidote Jackpot from crack blocks, I was a man of dope Snapshots'll get your camera broke Your hoes used to plan a gross with the hands toast, close and stand opposed Rubber bands of c-notes, grams of the coke Razor blade tuck the side the line The banter of the coke Watching n***as die with my hand on they throat Sinkin' river banks and wash up on land when they float Choking on your own words, should've watched the grammar you spoke One last final approach, make your whole family ghost Bust bottles of cham and we toast, to your photo stamped in the post Sex gland cut off jammed in ur throat, man are you gross b**h hanging from a lampost, we shoot from up close Blow cannons the most, catch an overdose n***a we own the coast ? ? ? ? ? [Chorus - G. Dep] I am... (*few seconds pa***) I am... {*fade out*}