Yes Y'all
Heavy D & The Boyz Lyrics


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[Chorus]
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Do it like this though, do it like this though, do it like this though
Make it fat like
DIS, dis, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh
HEH, heh, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh

Aiyyo ruff ruff rugged rugged ruff ruff digga Dan
Who's that? The man, I'ma slam it like Bam-Bam
The big man, the bigger plan, the nigga jams
Quick to figure and I pack Palladium stadium stands
Rugged raw, clear the floor
R&B hardcore plenty more. been on plenty tours
Been in plenty drawers, far from just okey-doke
Not into no hokey-poke, although I may drink a Coke
Hell no I won't smoke no coke
Steady steady but ready for pitty petty
Big and heavy, far from Chevy, so save your gas for Getti
Mic check it, microphone check it
Watch me wreck it; I'm never half steppin'

[Chorus]

Far from a chump, I'm a champ, I get amped
When I run through camps, gimme some plaques on the stamp, HEY
I need a girl who got plenty trunk, who knows I got ghetto funk
Not into blunts but I be on a stunt hunt
Got crazy drama, dramatics, big girls in Bahamas are addicts
So now they cling like static, dig it
I rolled up on some old wonderama type of drama
I'ma, comma, big belly punanny momma harmer
Bag a cute, so NIGHT troops, I'm all about
Two scoops, I cut loose, just me and a few troops
To handle static to me is automatic
I never panic or stall, I'm gigantic so yes, y'all

[Chorus]

Uhh, king of the big boys, bigger boys, don't even matter
Save all the chitter chatter, I make em split and scatter
I keep em goin for blocks, I never ran from cops
I roll with my flock, and get props from dreadlocks
I treat a mic like a bad habit, I grab it I gotta have it
A funky junkie flippin styles is automatic
I freak a beat like a prostitute, I'm always in hot pursuit
I'm tryin to get lots of loot, lots of boots
Do jungle rocks like a hustler moving crack
Like a muscl-er microphone damager handin ya rough like a wrang-ler
Sew up cities with girls of pretty, known for the nitty gritty
My flavor, is major, you're itty bitty





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Yes Y'all" by Heavy D & The Boyz is a classic 90s hip hop track that features unique beats and rhymes. The lyrics of the song revolve around the rapper's skills and his unconventional approach to music. In the chorus, the artist emphasizes his desire to create a unique sound and encourages the listeners to do the same. The verses feature rhymes that are quick and complex, which exhibits Heavy D's skills as a rapper. He boasts about his talents, including his ability to pack stadiums and go on tours. The artist also emphasizes his preference for a girl with a thick body and his disdain for smoking cocaine. The song's message is to be confident and innovative in your craft, and to never settle for the status quo.


The chorus of the song is an iconic part of the track, with Heavy D showcasing his unique style of rhyming. The artist uses sounds and ad-libs to create a rhythmic pattern in the chorus. The verses of the song are equally impressive, with Heavy D using words and phrases that are not typically associated with hip hop music. For example, in the line "I'ma, comma, big belly punanny momma harmer," the rapper uses a grammatically incorrect structure to create a unique sound. Additionally, the song's beats are intricate and feature a mix of traditional hip hop sounds and unique techno elements.


Overall, "Yes Y'all" is a classic 90s hip hop track that showcases Heavy D's skills as a rapper and innovative artist. The song's beats and rhymes are complex, and the artist encourages listeners to be confident and unique in their approach to music.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Excitement and energy for what is about to be performed


Do it like this though, do it like this though, do it like this though
Direction to perform the music in a specific way


Make it fat like DIS, dis, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh HEH, heh, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh
Asking for a large, powerful sound to match the rhythm and beat of the music


Aiyyo ruff ruff rugged rugged ruff ruff digga Dan
Introduction to the artist and setting the tone for the song's roughness


Who's that? The man, I'ma slam it like Bam-Bam The big man, the bigger plan, the nigga jams Quick to figure and I pack Palladium stadium stands
Proud description of the artist's skill, popularity, and success


Rugged raw, clear the floor R&B hardcore plenty more. been on plenty tours Been in plenty drawers, far from just okey-doke
Asserting the artist's genre and talent in the music industry with extensive touring experience


Not into no hokey-poke, although I may drink a Coke Hell no I won't smoke no coke Steady steady but ready for pitty petty Big and heavy, far from Chevy, so save your gas for Getti
Disavowing drug use and describing the artist's toughness and dedication to music


Mic check it, microphone check it Watch me wreck it; I'm never half steppin'
Introduction to the artist's mic skills and confidence in their performance abilities


Far from a chump, I'm a champ, I get amped When I run through camps, gimme some plaques on the stamp, HEY
Describing the artist's hard work and success, hoping for recognition


I need a girl who got plenty trunk, who knows I got ghetto funk Not into blunts but I be on a stunt hunt Got crazy drama, dramatics, big girls in Bahamas are addicts So now they cling like static, dig it
Expressing the artist's desires for a specific type of woman and referencing their experiences on the road


I rolled up on some old wonderama type of drama I'ma, comma, big belly punanny momma harmer Bag a cute, so NIGHT troops, I'm all about Two scoops, I cut loose, just me and a few troops
Describing the artist's interactions with women and advocating for sexual prowess


To handle static to me is automatic I never panic or stall, I'm gigantic so yes, y'all
Asserting the artist's confidence in their ability to handle any situation and encouraging others to do the same


Uhh, king of the big boys, bigger boys, don't even matter Save all the chitter chatter, I make em split and scatter I keep em goin for blocks, I never ran from cops I roll with my flock, and get props from dreadlocks
Boasting the artist's reputation in the community and their ability to avoid danger


I treat a mic like a bad habit, I grab it I gotta have it A funky junkie flippin styles is automatic I freak a beat like a prostitute, I'm always in hot pursuit I'm tryin to get lots of loot, lots of boots
Comparing the artist's passion for music to an addiction and explaining their ambition to succeed in the industry


Do jungle rocks like a hustler moving crack Like a muscl-er microphone damager handin ya rough like a wrang-ler Sew up cities with girls of pretty, known for the nitty gritty My flavor, is major, you're itty bitty
Describing the artist's style and skill in music production, while also belittling others' talent in comparison




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CHRISTOPHER E MARTIN, DWIGHT MYERS

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