Mi Yard
[Verse 1]
I'm Queen Eliza-bitch
And everywhere's my castle
I got plaques and hands all up on my mantle
I'm the baddest you don't even hold the candle
Super stop [?] sandals
I like tomboy bitches, we stay in the kitchen
We doin' blades and making ruckus at the tin tin
We telling [?] bitches and the chickens
And we're cute as fuck so we don't go to prison
[Refrain]
Any up and empty out your pockets
Hit 'em up, bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
Any up and empty out your pockets
Hit 'em up, bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
[Verse 2]
What's mine is mine
Yours is getting robbery
No matter where you are
You're always on my property
My life is hard work
Don't chalk it up as lottery
I signed with boardwalk
Don't you play Monopoly?
[Chorus]
Chillin' on the front steps, sipping cheap brew
All the pinkies up, you ain't fucking with my crew
My yard, my yard, I run this shit
My yard, my yard, we run this shit
Bad motherfuckers go and flood the room
Pass another blunt, get high like we broke
My yard, my yard, I run this shit
My yard, my yard, we run this shit
[Verse 3]
I got my slap chop
Found it on QVC
Was I high when I ordered it?
Stupidly
I buy contraband, and never jewelry
I'm the hardest chick to never hit puberty
I run this street like it's Sesame, I couldn't make Cookie Monster think less of me
If you say that you're down then you better be
Old English, chase it with Hennesy
[Refrain]
Any up and empty out your pockets
Hit 'em up, bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
Any up and empty out your pockets
Hit 'em up, bring the motherfuckin' ruckus
[Verse 4]
Zim zimmer?
Who had the keys to the door?
You can play the Sega but you'll never beat the score
You can eat the food but don't touch my Cheez Whiz
Call my house church, when I'm in it I'm Jesus
[Chorus]
Chillin' on the front steps, sipping cheap brew
All the pinkies up, you ain't fucking with my crew
My yard, my yard, I run this shit
My yard, my yard, we run this shit
Bad motherfuckers go and flood the room
Pass another blunt, get high like we broke
My yard, my yard, I run this shit
My yard, my yard, we run this shit
[Verse 5]
I'm in your neighborhood
I'm right, I meant blackout
I'm the loud speakers with the stinky weed, bad house
Jehova Witnesses they hit me everyday
Since I told them I'm an atheist and next I'll say I'm gay
The only green on my lawn is beer bottles
We got a opossum in the ceiling, he's Charles
Parties go so late, I give up and I go to bed
All the house rules don't give a fuck what Nova said
Moved to Crenshaw, the label wanted cheaper rent
If I get shot I guess my record will be heaven sent
I'll spray paint any room on any given day
There's no deposit that I wouldn't go and piss away, way
I could end up in Negril though
But where the fuck will I get all the games for my Nintendo
I hate a label, love to pick the strands up off my indo
From Mandeville to TO, down to NY, still from Edmo
[Chorus]
Chillin' on the front steps, sipping cheap brew
All the pinkies up, you ain't fucking with my crew
My yard, my yard, I run this shit
My yard, my yard, we run this shit
Bad motherfuckers go and flood the room
Pass another blunt, get high like we broke
My yard, my yard, I run this shit
My yard, my yard, we run this shit