Yeah
U.S.G Lyrics
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I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game
Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl
Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl
Mo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl
Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy}
Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city
Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane
And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name
"What's Beef?" beef is when bitches think it's sweet
See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya
[Chorus]
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
[Verse Two]
Check, uhh
It's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin real
I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all
I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches
I'm speakin from my heart
It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood
Been like this from the fuckin start
Since I bust my gun in ninety-six
Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks
Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit
You a industry bitch, I'm in the streets bitch
I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs
But, other than that it's just me and my six
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey
Uhh, proper set off
Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm
Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy
Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox
Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella
Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face
Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste
Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist
And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe
When Fox come through she have a gun in the place
I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race?
Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin
Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen
Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n
I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga
[Chorus x2]
In the song "Yeah" by U.S.G, Fox is introducing herself to the rap game, making it clear that she is one of the most acclaimed artists in the industry, and that she is unapologetically authentic. She explains how she loves stacking riches, but she doesn't respect rap bitches who are fake and smile in your face but talk behind your back. She speaks from the heart and does not apologize for being hood. Fox also states that she is no stranger to violence and keeps a gun beneath her waist, as well as how she dreams of living filthy and having Cartier wristwear and Pasha Kay face, showing her determination to live a life of luxury.
The chorus repeats the phrase "Why Yoooooooo", which can be interpreted as a challenge to anyone who doubts her authenticity and ability to dominate the rap game. Fox also mentions how she is often underestimated because of her beauty, which according to her, makes it easier for her to outperform her male competitors. The song ends with her sending a shoutout to all her "thugs" who are Bloodin' or Cripin', making it clear that she is no stranger to the streets.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game
I am considered the most well-regarded, female rapper in the music industry
Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl
I travel across the country, keeping my gun hidden in a holster
Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl
I am a model for Christian Dior with a dark complexion
Mo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl
I wear both Timberland boots and Gucci loafers
Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
People think that because I am attractive, I should not be rapping with such intensity and authenticity
Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy}
Why would I dress up and dance onstage like a mainstream rapper such as Diddy?
Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city
Despite my looks, I am still the one who sets the tone and dominates in this city
Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane
Do not underestimate me, and stay in your own lane
Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane
I am a force to be reckoned with, like a hurricane, and I will take down anyone who stands in my way
And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name
I dare any female rapper to mention my name in their lyrics
"What's Beef?" beef is when bitches think it's sweet
I am asking what is the problem? The problem is when other female rappers act like they can take me down easily
See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya
I see other female rappers acting tough in public, and I am ready to confront them with my gun
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Asking why
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Asking why
Check, uhh
Introducing a new verse
It's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel
I feel like I am in my own world, and I speak with complete honesty
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin real
There are times when I think I am too authentic for the industry
I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all
I am focused on accumulating wealth, but I still respect everyone
I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches
I have respect for the rap industry, but I do not like the other female rappers
I'm speakin from my heart
I am speaking honestly and passionately
It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood
I am not too good for anyone, I am just true to my roots in the streets
Been like this from the fuckin start
I have always been like this, from the beginning of my career
Since I bust my gun in ninety-six
Ever since I first used my gun in 1996
Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks
I do not hang out with the other female rappers who are fake
Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit
These female rappers act friendly to your face, but then talk badly about you behind your back
You a industry bitch, I'm in the streets bitch
You are only relevant in the music industry, while I hold power in the streets as well
I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs
I might occasionally shop at high-end stores like Prada, Chloe or Tiffany's
But, other than that it's just me and my six
Besides that, I only have my gun with me
I dream filthy
I have ambitious, risque goals and dreams
My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey
My parents mixed their drinks with rum from Trinidad and whiskey
Uhh, proper set off
I am setting the record straight about myself
Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm
My gun was fired off and my car drove away quickly, but I am still remaining calm
Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy
I am a true gangster, and I am pouring out my emotions like Screechie Don
Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox
Who else has the style and fashion sense like me?
Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella
I am drinking champagne with fashion designer Donatella Versace in the VIP section
Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face
I am wearing a Cartier watch, with a face designed by Pasha Kay
Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste
People are lining up just to get a glimpse of me and my lifestyle
Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist
Do not act like you do not know that I carry a gun on me
And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe
I have a hundred thousand dollars in each of my homes and in each of my safes
When Fox come through she have a gun in the place
Whenever I enter a place, I have my gun with me
I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race?
I am comparable to Marion Jones, a decorated track athlete, and I ask who wants to challenge me?
Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin
Listen to me, I am always alert and never caught off guard
Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen
You are only relevant when you are rapping, like Michael Jordan's teammate, Scottie Pippen
Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n
To all of my fellow gang members who are a part of the Bloods or Crips
I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga
I am still on top, still riding in lowrider cars, and still able to switch between different roles and tasks
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Asking why
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Asking why
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Asking why
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)
Asking why
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BOB MARLEY, FREDERICK HIBBERT, INGA D. MARCHAND
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