Yes, Yes, Y’All

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yes yes y'all, and to the beat y'all My name is Shanté and I can get you off the wall And get you off the wall and the sweat's gonna pour And I can guarantee that your body will be sore And achin' cos Shanté is makin' All the party people on the floor start breaking So get your patent leather shoes into gear Cos the sounds that you hear are devastating to the ear [Hook] Yes yes y'all (y'all say a few mores and a yes yes y'all) Yes yes y'all Yes yes y'all (y'all say a few mores and a yes yes y'all) Yes yes y'all (it's time to get funky, go ahead) [Verse 2] Yes yes y'all, I'm about to call You sucker little ruffs that pretend you for the brawl Sure hope a lot of friends got your back Cos I will attack all the wack with a smack But yo, I really wanna see your body flow To the do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do This jam is dedicated to the days When a yes yes y'all on the mic was amazing Hot summer night in the park and It was kinda dark and Shanté was sparkin' The microphone like a true blue, what you wanna do You sucker, that goes for your crew too Capital S to the H to the A N, T, accent the E, Shanté Funky, funky rhymes that I say Will make you get busy all night and to the next day And if you like skinny dipping in the Bay You'll get goosebumps on your rumps when I say [Hook] Yes yes y'all (yes yes y'all, y'all) Yes yes y'all (yes yes y'all, freak freak y'all) Yes yes y'all (yes yes y'all, y'all) Yes yes y'all (yeah, it goes a little something like this) [Breakdown] Can't believe that she's Can't believe that she's The only party your body should be partying to The only party your body should be partying to The only party your body should be partying to Yes, yes [Verse 3] What, what you gonna do when I step to you And you're itty bitty crew ain't a few Now sun, are you gonna run or pull out a gun Or will you be the one like the ton I drop On top plus I never stop Got a lot of nerve tryna cop a plea See what I see, me well I'm thee S-H-A-N-T to the E If you wanna throw, I'll have you know I fight 'em and I bite 'em like a dough-nut Don't touch the butt cos I'm not a slut Don't make me have to reach and cut what you hold When you're feeling bold cos Shanté is told Slice and dice twice the value of a gold Necklacke, you're living wreckless You better wake up, slap the makeup Clean off your face with a backhand And I bet you won't stand, now you fall Stall, pause because I hit hard And make the homeboys get hard So let's just all Get busy with the yes yes y'all Yes yes y'all The only party your body should be partying to The only party your body should be partying to The only party your body should be partying to The only party your body should be partying to The only party your body should be partying to The only party your body should be partying to