Oh Yea Lyrics

[Intro: Sha Stimuli talking]
Uh huh. Turn me up some more. Yeah, yeah.

[Verse 1:]
They say they want raw shit, street shit
Some want lyrical
Thought provokin', almost jokin', sometimes political
Sarcasm, heart spazzin' beats, mad syllables
Up inside the words but... still keep it simple too
Party songs, single shit
Shit you can dance to
Uptempo vibe but the rhymes still advanced, oooh
Kinda like Jay and Nas, you know how Cam do
Slow flow shit you can handle, can you do it?
"Oh yeah! "
They say they want me punchin' motherf*ckers
Get my name into some shit and if I start a bunch of rawkus
On some beef with some rapper and I make somebody suffer
Then they promise me I'm a do numbers
People want some deep, yet shallow shit
Fast but a slow groove
Down south, Brooklyn style, brand new but old school
Complex beat with some empty production
Can you say somethin' and say nothin'?
I holler back

[Chorus:]
All my dudes makin' moves all my ladies lovin' music
Throw your motherf*ckin' hands in the air, scream out
"Oh yeah! "
You don't give a shit 'bout nothin' but stackin' chips
Put your motherf*ckin' fingers in the air, scream up
"Oh yeah! "
Oh yeah, if you love bein' alive, baby girl do you love Stimuli?
Holler back
"Oh yeah"
Oh yeah, put your hands to the sky
I'm gonna make people high, if you ready, let it out
"Oh yeah"

[Verse 2:]
I can do that
I can make you famous girl
I can make a song you can strip to then change the world
With the track after that
Spit a tough battle rap
Talk about my gun or murderin', how I clap at that
Switch it up, speak about life, about my habitat Growin' up strugglin' since the days of the Cabbage Patch
They want me to stop sayin' "bitch" and "nigga"
If y'all can stop bein' bitch ass niggas, can you try?
"Oh yeah! "
They on-line with the comments
"You sound like Kanye, rhyme like Common
Did you get dropped, just flop? Are you stoppin'?
Why you always mention Hov, you startin' problems."
Y'all want somebody to give you some shit to lift you
Like chalices out the scriptures, my raps are like the prescription
It's medicine, for your soul
Aspirin for your sickness, for Catholics or for Christians
You ask and I will give it
"Oh yeah! "
I can bring the soulful
Screwed up, west coast, trap music shit combined
I got the best flow
Nigga on the verge
Next dude to explode
Ask niggas why, I said so, I'm a do it
Listen close
I can make all the fans of Lil' Wayne just vanish like Lil' Zane
Maybe what I'm sayin' might sound a little insane
But I bet you gon' remember my name
Am I right?
"Oh yeah! "

[Chorus:]
All my dudes makin' moves all my ladies lovin' music
Throw your motherf*ckin' hands in the air, scream out
"Oh yeah! "
You don't give a shit 'bout nothin' but stackin' chips
Put your motherf*ckin' fingers in the air, scream up
"Oh yeah! "
Oh yeah, if you love bein' alive, baby girl do you love Stimuli?
Holler back
"Oh yeah"
Oh yeah, put your hands to the sky
I'm gonna make people high, if you ready, let it out
"Oh yeah"

[Outro:]
Astronote I see you man. DJ Victorious. March On Washington. We ain't stoppin' man.
If you-if you feel me, holler back.

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