It's Yancey Boys in this bitch, yeah I'm holdin my dick Controllin my shit, uhh, I'm raw dude So you should know what I spit Real, ill, watch us do what I feel Cold, blow, give you the chills "Jay Stay Paid" so give me the bills Uhh, yeah, so we can pay that car note And if you on some bullshit, yo get a deep throat So you can choke on this, Detroit chronic You can get high but it won't be dope as this Illa J vocals, no vocoder Beats still bangin and it's twelve years older than yo' shit My girl look younger and she older than yo' chick I was gon' sang, Dilla told me to go spit~! On the Illa J cake boy shit, now let's go
[Chorus: repeat 2X] We posted, we gettin high Now we floatin, we in the sky Sky, nigga we 'sposed to fly Fly, nigga we 'sposed to fly
[Cue D] Yeah, uhh, hey It's Yancey Boys, we back on that ass nigga You know what to do, be quick with the cash nigga No phony shit cause I'm quick with the blast nigga Midwest Smith & Wessun you asked, didja? Niggaz actin like they don't know, shit It's cake boys and we gets that dough You ain't gon' floss it, then what'cha get that fo'? Cause we them bosses, we make you hit that flow And if you know like I know then pay Jay nigga Nigga, then pay Jay nigga Nigga, then pay Jay nigga Nigga...
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[singer] Nigga, we 'bout to break the rules {*2X*} We 'bout to fly, so say goodbye We gonna reach the sky We 'bout to fly, high