Testin testin testin
You can hear me, what what what?
MIC, check one, check, check check
You can hear me? YO!
I`m loud enough? Yo!
Mic mic, micraphone, check, check
Yo, can you hear me?
Yo!
Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ variations throughout)
YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?)
I keep it hype, the words that I write (Oh)
I rock the whole crowd, I don`t need a mic (Huh?)
I say my rhyme LOUD, with all of my might
Verse One:
People say that nigga CRAZY, I`m throwin off
I raise my voice up then, GO OFF!!
The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder than
a hundred people clappin (GO) keep them fuckin speakers crackin
Rockin it, about to ROLL
The sticker on the tag can`t make it ragged
Vocals that`ll blow horns til your ass in traction
Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket
BLING BLING comin through, not excuse me
I`m the nigga that`s makin this loud ass music
Chorus
Verse Two:
The doctor slapped my ass, so I`ve been hollerin since an infant
Gotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention!
Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention
Couldn`t whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the office
The principal say, Young man what seem to be the problem?
Said, I try to be quiet but I just can`t seem to lower the volume
Perhaps you`d be interested in joining our school choir?
Said, Nah that`s for funny boys
Either that or a suspension, while you roll, HERE I COME BOY
I wanna holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat*
DOE RAY MI FAH SOH! Ahh no!
That ain`t gonna cut it, that ain`t gonna get it
Then the teacher said, Maybe you can try something ath-letic
But I`m too clumsy so I went to the band
But I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin!
YIKES!!! That ain`t workin so I`m leavin
The very next day I was in ROTC
Had no problems soundin off like I had a pair, THREE FOUR
But I just ain`t like them tight ass green pants that I had to wear
All this ? made me tired, on top of that
one of my teachers wanna see my ass outside
I went downstairs to the yard
When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads
I said, You lookin for me? I`m the one who be talkin loud
She said, Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squad
HELL NO, never ever Trevor
Either that or a report card filled with the F letter
GO, TEAM, FIGHT, WIN
Nah this shit ain`t cool, FUCK THESE TEACHERS AND THIS SCHOOL
Got a loud mouth but I don`t know what to use it for
`til they told me that they was gon` put me in the TALENT SHOW
Chorus
* lots of repetitions of YIKES!!! Y-Y-Y-YIKES!!! *
