Ya Boy was given his name by his cousin Bailey, and was helped to develop into a rap artist by his other cousin San Quinn. In the Summer of 2005, Ya Boy released his first solo mixtape, Future of The Franchise, and it sold 10,000 copies in the first month alone. This was to be followed up by his debut album, Rookie of the Year. His album features E-40, Turf Talk, Clyde Carson of The Team, San Quinn and more. The first single off the album was produced by Rick Rock and is titled "Step Ya Game Up."
In 2006, Ya Boy began an affiliation with The Black Wall Street. The Game took him under his wing and the two began to network. His affiliation with Game brought him a step higher in the rap game, as he began to collaborate with big name producers such as JR Rotem, Nu Jerzey Devil and Scott Storch to name a few. Pop star Britney Spears' ex-husband Kevin Federline, aka [artist[K-Fed[/artist], called upon Ya Boy's talent for writing, and had him ghost write for his debut album Playing With Fire.
Ya Boy makes a cameo appearance in the 1996 crime film Mad Dog Time.
My Territory
Ya Boy Lyrics
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You niggas square like a doorway
My fan base stretch from CA to Norway
I got it all, cars, hoes, and I got change
Livin like a king, same age as Lebron James
Breakin these hoes wasnt enough so I copped haze
You other guys just mad cuz you not paid
Who wanna rap? Believe I got word play
And Im stapped like a seatbelt, see
You want beef? I creep like TLC
Put a couple in they head, make sure they sleep
Cuz most of these dudes hoes, like females be
But I never get caught up in they bitch ways
For the quick pay believe, I flip like a switchblade
Theres no hope for ya
When I put the scope on ya
Take ya lid off like a fuckin can opener
Gangsta gangsta, Ya Boy so hood
Prince of the Bay cuz my flow so good
You a tough dude hangin on the yard with me
Got somethin on my waist Ray Charles could see
[chorus:]
Thats right this is my territory
Watch where you step or get shot while ya tourin
Aint no battle raps, pull the strap on cats while they talkin
Yea boy you could be the next dead man walkin
[x2]
You can run up nigga test ya luck
Them hollow tips gun' mess you up
Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts
Trust me boy I dont give a fuck
[x2]
[verse 2:]
All these labels know Imma blow like a landmine
Show the whole globe fa sho its SanFran time
They though we was all tye-die shirts
Got the wrong idea boy, try my turf
I seen drugs get sold
Slugs get thrown
Still in the mix like coolaid in punch bowls
Im rich at all times I dont blow my cake
Boy ya money fluxuate, like Oprah weight
Hold it straight
Its a fact while holdin pape
Nine times outta ten friends known to hate
So I roll alone, Im a rollin stone
Somebody call the police, Ya Boy stole the show
And Im not givin it back, Imma hold it ransom
Gangsta raps grandson, hoes say Im handsome
Yes yes its the prince of the fuckin Bay boy
Got my own website in the Escalade boy
[chorus:]
Thats right this is my territory
Watch where you step or get shot while ya tourin
Aint no battle raps, pull the strap on cats while they talkin
Yea boy you could be the next dead man walkin
[x2]
You can run up nigga test ya luck
Them hollow tips gun' mess you up
Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts
Trust me boy I dont give a fuck
[x2]
In Ya Boy's song My Territory, the rapper confidently declares his dominance in his territory, claiming that there is no one who can match his talent, wealth, or power. He boasts about his fan base extending from California to Norway, his luxurious lifestyle, and his knack for wordplay in his rhymes. He also makes it clear that he is not afraid to use violence to defend his territory, warning his rivals that they could be "the next dead man walkin" if they step on his turf.
Ya Boy's lyrics are loaded with references to violence, drugs, and gang culture, which reflect the harsh realities of life in some inner-city communities in the US. The rapper uses his words to assert his masculinity and toughness, painting himself as a force to be reckoned with. His use of violent imagery and aggressive language underscores the hip hop tradition of using music as a form of defiance against the oppressive forces of poverty, racism, and police brutality.
Despite its controversial message, My Territory was a popular track among fans of West Coast hip hop, and helped establish Ya Boy as one of the rising stars of the Bay Area rap scene. With its catchy beats and provocative lyrics, the song remains a testament to the power of hip hop to express the joys and struggles of life in urban America.
Line by Line Meaning
You niggas square like a doorway
You are all boring and unoriginal
My fan base stretch from CA to Norway
My fans come from all over the world
I got it all, cars, hoes, and I got change
I have everything I want, including money and women
Livin like a king, same age as Lebron James
I'm living a luxurious life, just like a king, even though I'm young like Lebron James
Breakin these hoes wasn't enough so I copped haze
I got bored of just having sex with women, so I started smoking weed
You other guys just mad cuz you not paid
You're jealous of me because I have more money
Who wanna rap? Believe I got word play
I'm a talented rapper and my lyrics are clever
Ya Boy got more bars than a bird cage
I have more rap verses than a bird cage has bars
And Im strapped like a seatbelt, see
I always carry a gun with me for protection
You want beef? I creep like TLC
If you want to start a fight with me, I'll approach you quietly and unexpectedly
Put a couple in they head, make sure they sleep
I'll shoot someone in the head and make sure they die
Cuz most of these dudes hoes, like females be
Most of these guys are weak and act like women
But I never get caught up in they bitch ways
I don't let others influence or control me
For the quick pay believe, I flip like a switchblade
I'm always looking for ways to make money and will do whatever it takes to get it
Theres no hope for ya
I will defeat you and there's no chance for you to win
When I put the scope on ya
When I aim my gun at you through the scope, you're done for
Take ya lid off like a fuckin can opener
I'll shoot you in the head and your skull will open up like a can
Gangsta gangsta, Ya Boy so hood
I'm a gangster and I come from the streets
Prince of the Bay cuz my flow so good
I'm known as the best rapper in the Bay Area
You a tough dude hangin on the yard with me
You think you're tough, but you're not as tough as me
Got somethin on my waist Ray Charles could see
I have a gun on my waist and even a blind man can see it
Thats right this is my territory
This area belongs to me and I'm in charge here
Watch where you step or get shot while ya tourin
Be careful where you go or you might get shot while you're on tour
Aint no battle raps, pull the strap on cats while they talkin
I don't engage in rap battles, I just shoot people who talk too much
Yea boy you could be the next dead man walkin
If you mess with me, you might end up dead
You can run up nigga test ya luck
If you try to fight me, you're taking a gamble with your life
Them hollow tips gun' mess you up
My bullets are deadly and will cause a lot of damage
Vest on my chest, keep a hammer by my nuts
I wear a bulletproof vest and always have a gun close by
Trust me boy I dont give a fuck
I don't care about anything or anyone
All these labels know Imma blow like a landmine
Record labels know I'm going to be a big success
Show the whole globe fa sho its SanFran time
I'm going to put San Francisco on the map for everyone to see
They thought we was all tye-die shirts
They believed people from San Francisco were hippies
Got the wrong idea boy, try my turf
Don't underestimate me or my city
I seen drugs get sold, slugs get thrown
I've witnessed drug deals and shootings in my neighborhood
Still in the mix like coolaid in punch bowls
I'm still involved in the street life and fighting
Im rich at all times I dont blow my cake
I'm always wealthy and don't waste my money
Boy ya money fluxuate, like Oprah weight
You're always broke and your weight fluctuates drastically
Hold it straight
Get your act together
Its a fact while holdin pape
Money talks and people listen to those who have it
Nine times outta ten friends known to hate
Most of your so-called friends are actually your enemies
So I roll alone, Im a rollin stone
I don't need anyone else and I keep moving forward by myself
Somebody call the police, Ya Boy stole the show
I'm dominating and stealing the attention
And Im not givin it back, Imma hold it ransom
I refuse to share the spotlight and want all the attention for myself
Gangsta raps grandson, hoes say Im handsome
I'm a third-generation gangster rapper and women find me attractive
Yes yes its the prince of the fuckin Bay boy
I'm the most important and influential rapper in the Bay Area
Got my own website in the Escalade boy
I have a website and own an Escalade, which shows how successful I am
Contributed by David V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.