Yardfather Talk Pt. 1 (Intro)

Lyrics

[Saigon] I'm so uncomfortable sittin' around suckas 'Cause I know that they capable of doing some sucka shit to make me buck 'em That's why I stay away from 'em My attitude's "fuck 'em" I'm ruthless, I treat the bullets like deuces the way I chuck 'em It's Giddy Run the city, invented that "No Diddy" I said, "Who do y'all niggas think that it was that killed Biggie?" Got the Power like 50 But if you heard I'm gettin' that Ghost That mean I'm most likely gon' sit in that Rolls Did six summers as a juvenile, some as an adult It's too much bass in his voice? Then I'm punching him in the throat You can ask Lizzy if I ain't got a million in a vault He say, "I don't know how he got it but the shit is not a joke" Wasn't coke, dope, or smoke, nope It's no hope for slowpokes The same niggas that showboat mope when they go broke Talmbout, "who you rather fuck, Katy Perry or Halle Berry?" (what?) One is young and white, one is old and blacker I chose the latter And not only because her ass is fatter, that don't matter (nah) The blacker the berry, the sweeter The whiter, the wacker I ain't sayin' I don't be likin' them crackers 'Cause Scarlett Johansson could ride this dick straight back to Africa after I pinch myself to make sure that it's not a dream I done got so famous I could be myself for Halloween Not a battle rapper, but if I tell you I got a scheme My shit don't come with a punchline That just mean that it's lunchtime Allow me to reintroduce myself My name is, just listen I'm still what the game has been missin' 20 years ago I came in with the same premonition I ain't get rich, and I'm still not switching my disposition But I switch up the flow, get up and go, hit up your ho Tell her, "your fella's a fraud, you should get up with the bros" I know that she know we pimpin' If she get outta pocket I look her in her eye and knock her shit out the socket Nah, I ain't pimpin' par, I'm a prophet My topics are way too potent for pop 'Cause I'm tryin' to open your optics The president done told police that they can use rockets Stop worryin' 'bout what's in other dudes' pockets Nigga, use logic I smoke a J in the Col' Askin' rappers just how much did Lucifer done pay for your soul If the K Dot your head Probably got way too Drizzy off the alcohol (I see what you doin') Started talkin' outta your asshole (go 'head) 'Bout to grow me an afro to stick the black pick in it (uh huh) Next time that I cap a nigga, I'll be Colin Kaeppin' niggas (damn) You don't have to get it Shit is too analytic for you average critics I guess that's exactly what's the matter wit' it And now I'm up in this bitch with the roaches Saigon and Buckwild, double dose of the dopeness We grippin' them toasters when them culture vultures approach us I lose my life before I lose focus Didn't notice If you didn't notice, my name's Saigon, man I'm a different breed than these other muhfuckas Niggas that know, know, man Everybody in the dark, you in the dark, man Straight up and down We ready to change this shit, man Straight up and down We takin' this shit in a whole 'nother direction Startin' now And Buckwild, you ready man? Let's go, man Fuck all that