Lyrics:
the cowboys and the hippies and the rebels
and the yanks. You just go and lay your head on a
Pittsburgh Steeler fan and I think you're gonna
finally
I am a Yankee Doodle boy
Father's name was Hezikiah
Mother's name was Ann Maria
Yanks through and through
Red, white and blue
Father was so
and the hippies
And the rebels and and the yanks
You just go and lay your hand
On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan
And I think you're gonna finally
understand
there at his door
Yo, hear me
Don't go makin' phony calls
Only dial the seven-digit numbers you're used to
Swear someday I'm gonna yank that phone cord
nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at where you at
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
Puttin em Koolaid hats
In ta
Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer
Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While,
Xxplosive
West coast shit
My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back
Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them
Xxplosive
West coast shit
My nigger-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back
Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them
tongue-in-cheek
I'd yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite my tongue
I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once
And die and come back
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer
Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While,
Xxplosive
West coast shit
My nigga-ish ways attract girls that used to turn they back
Causing me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them
what I'm saying?
When I yank you by the fuckin' arm
Don't be looking at a nigga crazy
Just give up the digits and be the fuck out, you know what I'm
we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With
close to unloadin' a bank
But I was saved by my draft board who made me a yank
Floating, I'm floating on down through the sky
Never had no ambition
Pulse of the neon, she's crazy
Smokin' eyes, get hazy
Like beauty to beast,
"You're the most to say the least"
(Do you have any) Monk,
Cozy Red, Yank
on standing still
Tornado alley keeps on moving south
Winds that yank the teeth right from your mouth
Grab your bible, wedding ring and pet
We ain't seen
CAN BE
BUT HERE'S SOME SIMPLE QUICK ADVICE
DON'T YANK THAT THING WITH ALL OF YOUR MIGHT
OLD SANTA MAN HE'S SEEN IT ALL
BIG AND LITTLE SHORT AND TALL
neckless
Yeah he put all the ice in that motherfucker
I brought all the dice in that motherfucker
Straight hole like Yanks in this motherfucker
Shit you
for these nights
You're damn right, I'mma sip champagne 'till it burn my sight
Yanks fitted cap to the front, like Jeter
My diamonds ain't fierce like
keep thuggin' the motherfuckin' house, I'm strugglin'
Get drunk but I don't think
I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch
When I yank up
on the sandy bank
'Bout an hour 'till we feel the first catfish yank
Barefoot cane pole wavin' at the riverboats
And when they're gone take a dip in the moon
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
(yank the whiskers from her chin)
It's the hard-knock life for us (jab her with a safety pin)
'Stead of treated
We get tricked (send her to the looney
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