Yosemite Sam Lyrics

No shirt, showin tats, Buffalo Bills fittd on

MCGz at yo front door, choppers out... ding dong

Hammers bigga den king kong

Hella smokey lik Snoop lungs

Kill the perfect man lik “no biggie”

Now that's just dead wrong 

I'll pull up and have shoot outs goin back and 4th... ping pong

As you can see I neva fall I'm always the last man standin strong

And the barrel extra long

Smoked yo ass cheech and Chong

Black lives matter right? Black power

Mastodon

Foien cars, ice out... yea I get ma stuntin on

Keys, bricks, grams, ounces...yea I get ma hustle on

George, Lin, Jack...Ham, and Benji we all get along

Bad bitches wit the mag....yea I get ma pipin on

All black wit a bat man... time to get ma robbin on

Gotta feed ma fam, pockets hungry so fuck yall

I got shells that’ll move ya organs from place to place lik a Uhaul

Bullets get delivered as if ma gun played for Utah

Niggas would cross you (Cross you) just for a couple of grams (Grams)

Run up in ya crib, rob you and tie up ya fam (Fam)

I aint got nutin to worry about I got hammers man (Mannnn)

Stay strap'd up lik Yosemite Sam (Sam)

Like Yosemite Sam (Sam)

Like Yosemite Sam (Sam)

2 Twin revolvers lik Yosemite Sam (Sam)

Like Yosemite Sam (Sam)

Like Yosemite Sam (Sam)

2 Twin revolvers (Volvers)

Like Yosemite Sam (Sam)

1 Shot (1 Shot) 2shots (2 Shots)

3 Shots 4shots 5shots

6 Shots (6 Shots) 7shots (7 Shots) 8shots 9shots 10shots

I got (I got) revolvers (Volvers) That holds 5shots (5 Shots)

I got (I got) revolvers (Volvers) That holds 5shots

I’ll put the gun to ya skull... have u begging for a preacha

Puttin mo bullets in ya head... than MJ got sneakers

Pop yo top off... leave ya brains... in ya thinkin place

Got your girl giving me more tongue than a shoelace

Swallowed so many kids, everything she say is childish

No kid left behind... she made sure that I was childless

I couldn’t shoot up the club... kuz a nigga was so lifeless

She wanted to b my main course... you substitute side dish

Actin a fool in the whip... while I’m goin fast she’s furious

Pimpin all over the world, bitches pussy poppin lik I’m Ludacris

On a hand stand, I’m the damn man

Sooperman lover... redman

I ran to bomb that pussy

But you dropped the bomb on me... Gap band

I’m on fire man... Johnny blaze, Johnny Storm

400 Degrees... since a juvenile I been a hot boy

Now that I’m big... it’s mo money mo problems

Even life after death... I got my twin revolvers

Niggas would cross you (Cross you) just for a couple of grams (Grams)

Run up in ya crib, rob you and tie up ya fam (Fam)

I aint got nutin to worry about I got hammers man (Mannnnn)

Stay strap'd up lik Yosemite Sam (Sam)

Like Yosemite Sam(Sam)

Like Yosemite Sam(Sam)

2 Twin revolvers lik Yosemite Sam (Sam)

Like Yosemite Sam (Sam)

Like Yosemite Sam (Sam)

2 Twin revolvers (Volvers)

Like Yosemite Sam (Sam)

1 Shot (1 Shot) 2shots (2 Shots)

3 Shots 4shots 5shots

6 Shots (6 Shots) 7shots (7 Shots) 8shots 9shots 10shots

I got (I got) revolvers (Volvers) That holds 5shots (5 Shots)

I got (I got) revolvers (Volvers) That holds 5shots