Lyrics For Yaatie By YoungstaCPT
[Verse 1]
1991 when everything began and I came out the womb kicking, screaming
Moved in Wittebomme suburb where they drug dealing
I got lots of brasse looking at the prison ceiling
This is not emotion so do not koppel feelings
Everyone has a story so who the hell cares
I was fresh prince but I didn’t live in Bel-air
Used to make me spikes, yes I used to gel hair
Started sellings nikes ? i had like twelve pairs
Are you gonna tell im a fake and im a fraud
When you know the pen is much more mighty than the sword
I dont pop no mollies, I dont rock no Tom Ford
I just do karate on the mic, im Jean-Claude
They tell me I should be on Snapchat, I should tweet more
The problem is im on the corner with the street lords
They ask who I am and I say im Rick James
Right before i really wys whats my nickname
[Hook]
I’m Yaatie
Yaatie
You know he’s a laanie
Probably know your sister and your taanie
My bru his names Yaatie
Yaatie
Go ask the taxi drivers and the gaatjies
They say they know Yaatie
Yaatie
You know he’s a laanie
Probably know your sister and your taanie
My bru his names Yaatie
Yaatie
Go ask the taxi drivers and the gaatjies
They say they know Yaatie
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Grandma gave me coins I put it in the moneybox
Saved a couple pennies spent it at the babi-shop
I found out they stabbed and my body felt a shock
I realised these arent fairy tales and Goldilocks
6-years-old in Ocean view I got the chicken pox
Brasse broke into my house, they good at picking locks
Music permanently playing you could hear the boom-box
A naught little laatie just like Riley Boondocks
I had a crazy life if I think and backtrack
My uncle was a skelem he was smoking mandrax
When he walked and everybody used to stand back
He grew up in the ghetto, breakfast wasn’t flapjacks
I just wanna show you who was in my family tree
I had two good parents, one of them was absentee
My daddy passed away and now im saying RIP
My mummy hates this name, but i have to disagree
[Hook]
I’m Yaatie
Yaatie
You know he’s a laanie
Probably know your sister and your taanie
My bru his names Yaatie
Yaatie
Go ask the taxi drivers and the gaatjies
They say they know Yaatie
Yaatie
You know he’s a laanie
Probably know your sister and your taanie
My bru his names Yaatie
Yaatie
Go ask the taxi drivers and the gaatjies
They say they know Yaatie
[Outro]
Uh, Riyadh [x5]
My bru his names Yaatie
Yaatie
You he’s a laanie
Probably know your sister and your tannie
My bru his name Yaatie