Scratching come on ("Yes, yes, y'all")
That's right ("Yes, yes, y'all")
We back ("Yes, yes, y'all") look
Now over here, we got Jeff
("Yes, yes, y'all")
And over there, you got Fess
("Yes, yes, y'all")
Niggas know we be the best
("Yes, yes, y'all") yo, Jeff
Where the Fresh at? ("Yes, yes, y'all")

Who is it?
That black nigga that they call Fess
With the city on the back and
The world on my chest
You girls know my nest
This the best of the best
Motherfuckers can't breathe when I'm
Standin' on they neck niggas can't get paid
I got my hands on they check
When down south is right, then I wanna go
(Left) i ain't talkin' bout them dope
Boys or niggas in trap
Outkast and TI cause 'em dudes can rap
(Ay, ay, ay) but the hood that had enough
See my niggas in cuffs
Take to XXL and step your rap game up
I realize that the words that I say
Can build cowards
And you down, buttin' around
So your momma raised a coward
This the last hour after shower
Radio to pass out, drunk off
Of they own power, like
Hitler, Saddam, George Bush and Caesar
But if you don't care to fuck it
I don't either uh
Any track I moved on, get bruised on
Fuck a pepperoni
What you want on your Tombstone
You powerless
Like a werewolf when the moon's on
It's like havin' a high power
With no iTunes song you empty
Please don't tempt me i feel no symphy
I'm so hot, missiles can sense me
Niggas diein' everyday, it don't make sense
G droppin' off of poverty
Jealousy, envy rhyme and Jeff
East coast, midwest and look
It's Fess and Jeff

Scratching
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")

Now I suggest, you take a rest
'fore I put one in your chest
It would move you and lose you
Don't need to think about taking me lightly
Your girlfriend licked and liked me
Callin' on wifey
A conscious rapper, I just might be
I don't smoke
Or drink or find hoes, this my Miami Vice, G
Niggas in the Bay, calling me hyphy
Philly cats say I'm a, my was sheisty
People eyes is shifty, they smile so nicely
Niggas walk behind my back and
Shake my hand politely (Hey)
Man, you almost made me think
That you liked me i turned around
You did the wrong thing, I'm like, "God damn
Spike Lee!"
And even though my neck ain't icey
You dudes in my hair is Pisces
The jewels at my labels, they like me
Chicago know that I'm tight, G
West coast support Fess, down south hype me
Niggas in New York
You can set yourself on fire
They be like, "Ah, son, he alright, B"
I think they mean they like me
Oh I Think They Like Me
Oh I, oh I, Oh I Think They Like Me see
Jeff's the DJ i'm the emcee
I grab the mic, he punch the MPC
It's like '88 i'll play Will
He's The DJ, I'm The Rapper, look
I got skills

Scratching "Yes, yes, y'all"

Nod Ya Head to the factor
2006, the year of the real rapper
Rhyme and Jeff east coast, midwest
Come on it's Fess and Jeff

Scratching
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" "Yes, yes, y'all"
"Yes, yes, y'all" "Yes, yes, y'all"
"Yes"

All right, stop think for a moment, okay
That the shit ain't fun, no radio play
You need to sell
A hundred thousand, make a million
Hit the road and be straight
Or bet your money in some overlous state
And we can get this tape cut this green
Roll up in a cutlass clean
This must be green, I must be seen
Next time that I step on the set, just know
Who is it it's Fess and Jeff

Scratching
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes, yes, y'all" ("Go off, man, go off")
"Yes"

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Kawan Prather, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Pharrell L. Williams