YES YES Y'ALL(FEATURING CAMP LO)

Yes, it's the start of the new Jigginess With the Track Masters Camp Lo and Willie Gonna give it to you A lot of macaronis here Check it out for all the tenderonies like Cha Chi and Joanie Lights, Camera, Action The hip-hop attraction Fresh Priggy, John Bliggy Player haters been hatin' on my playin' for years Now they seein' their worst fears As I bathe in cheers Parades and accolades All shades and ages Me the outrageous My zeal, contagious My smile, inspirator Aspen to Granada One of the only M.C.'s that say “cheese” with Schwarzenegger Everywhere I go they know me Planet Hollywood in Paris accidently spilled a drink upon me (they owe me) Truth about it, I've been loungin' Livin' it up, givin' it up Innoculent surroundings Been around the world and I, I, I Ain't seen another this flyyy My attitude pervasive My effervescence Bringing you back to the essence With the Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (all you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit) Verse 2, about to slay you worst than than the first verse Packin' my purse but yo, without one curse I survive in rarefied air where only few could live Gone to my brain like that train in “The Fugitive” I pledge allegiance to the soul of the game Stepped away as Fresh Prince Come back with my real name A rose by any other still beautifies the room So don't get consumed with a brotha (news of doom?) It's semantics But, yo it's really good to be back Never racing to rap Just lacin' the tracks Not serendipity with me It was a plan Me about to have an Oscar Standin' next to my Grammy'sss Plural, mucho No need to talk, though I'm a just do so I'm comin' at'cha with the smoothest, slickness Behold the stylickedness With the Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (all you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit) A GQ cover twice This Brother's nice Vanity Fair, you saw me there I discovered Life Outside of rap I got the cream and all that But kinda left a void in me You can't keep running in and out of my life Said my mic, alright Pump your radio, you can record As they place my welcome mat at the music awards “Coming to America” Tinted in high beams, rose pedals at my feet like I'm Prince Hakeem I to all you player haters While y'all sayin' y'all rhymes Please stop sayin' Jada, 'cause that name's mine So rock the Philly fade with the divin' waves Yes y'all, until I'm bald like Isaac Hayes Bad eyes or brain Back pain or bad legs I'm gonna get better with age Trust With the Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (all you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit) With the Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (all you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit) Yes Yes Y'all (and you don't stop) Mic check Y'all (and you don't quit)