Yellowbone '96

Yellowbone, yellow peach, speckle in her blue eye
So rare, Brillo dome, golden afro curl
Yellow stones can't compare, descendant of the fallen
Pristine genes, I'll bring it down a level
She looked damn good in jeans
Ripped off bottoms with that golden delicious bottom
In autumn, or as dark as an almond in summer

Glistening with coco butter, she a stunner, a beamer
I'm a hustler, grew up in the beach not the street
Just watched it on TV after family dinner
I knew I had to be a winner, silver spoon goon
Better hope it was a good day
Carry heat, keep the vultures away
So I trained under cover like Danny Glover
With the thugs, drive to L.B. was only twenty minutes for me
Daddy Phat Sacks, in baggy church slacks acting like a Mac
With the MC Eight in the tape deck, the old-school ones
Stacked in the glass cabinet, inherited plastic covered couch
Thanks grandma, I'm like it's nineteen nineties, take it off

Fuck everybody right now, and they mamma right now
I'm so pissed, matter of fact take it up a notch
Number two, I feel like boo boo
Flushing flames of anger, angel tears, frustration in my voice
No penetration I'm piping hot, about to blow
A lid or an empty clip whatever is closer to my itchy finger tip
Talking about get a grip, great suggestion
What do you prefer, Smith or Wesson
Oops, so hard to speak when barrel bites teeth I reckon
Self inflicted thoughts, mind scattered
You're projecting your ideals and I appealed



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Writer(s): Tristan Christopher
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