Testin testin testin
You can hear me what what what?
Mic check one check check check
You can hear me? yo!
Iand'm loud enough? yo!
Mic mic micraphone check check
Yo can you hear me?
Yo!
Chorus: repeat 2x (w/ variations throughout)
Yikes!!! you know what i like? (what?)
I keep it hype the words that i write (oh)
I rock the whole crowd i donand't need a mic (huh?)
I say my rhyme loud with all of my might
Verse one:
People say that nigga crazy, iand'm throwin off
I raise my voice up then, go off!!
The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder than
A hundred people clappin (go) keep them fuckin speakers crackin
Rockin it, about to roll
The sticker on the tag canand't make it ragged
Vocals thatand'll blow horns til your ass in traction
Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket
Bling bling comin through, not excuse me
Iand'm the nigga thatand's makin this loud ass music
Chorus
Verse two:
The doctor slapped my ass, so iand've been hollerin since an infant
Gotta make sure they hear me cause i wants my attention!
Disturb the class, so i stayed in detention
Couldnand't whisper when i was talkin so they sent me to the office
The principal say, andquot;young man what seem to be the problem?andquot;
Said, andquot;i try to be quiet but i just canand't seem to lower the volumeandquot;
andquot;hmm, whatand's your name?andquot; -- andquot;michael tylerandquot;
andquot;perhaps youand'd be interested in joining our school choir?andquot;
Said, andquot;nah thatand's for funny boysandquot;
andquot;either that or a suspension,andquot; while you roll, here i come boy
I wanna holla, but i gotta try: *clears throat*
Doe ray mi fah soh! ahh no!
That ainand't gonna cut it, that ainand't gonna get it
Then the teacher said, andquot;maybe you can try something ath-leticandquot;
But iand'm too clumsy so i went to the band
But i made more noise honkin than i did when i was playin!
Yikes!!! that ainand't workin so iand'm leavin
The very next day i was in rotc
Had no problems soundin off like i had a pair, three four
But i just ainand't like them tight ass green pants that i had to wear
All this ? made me tired, on top of that
One of my teachers wanna see my ass outside
I went downstairs to the yard
When i got there i seen my teacher with about eight fine broads
I said, andquot;you lookin for me? iand'm the one who be talkin loudandquot;
She said, andquot;damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squadandquot;
Hell no, never ever trevor
Either that or a report card filled with the f letter
Go, team, fight, win
Nah this shit ainand't cool, fuck these teachers and this school
Got a loud mouth but i donand't know what to use it for
and'til they told me that they was gonand' put me in the talent show
Chorus
* lots of repetitions of yikes!!! y-y-y-yikes!!! *
