YG – Sign Language (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

YG is back with “Sign Language” produced by Terrace Martin & RealMind. Watch the video, stream, listen, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Yg Sign Language

Like the Los Angeles legends who came before him, he shows a ton of love for his California hometown and on his most recent release, “Sign Language,” YG breaks down what’s going on in his neighborhood, and what’s going on with those who represent it.

Spitting over quintessential West Coast production, YG gets into the high-end and low-end pleasures, from block parties to Richard Mille watches, of his current life in California. Flexing an insane array of hydraulic-equipped classic cars bouncing on vintage rims and his ability to make Dickies pants look better than anything designer, “Sign Language” is YG’s message to the world that even though he has all the money and all the toys, he’s still as Compton as ever.

YG – Sign Language (prod. Terrace Martin & RealMind)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches
Fours, deuces, treys, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats
Notes, uncompromisin’ quotes
Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin’
Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope
Four double O, now a nigga want the smoke
(West Coast)

[Verse 1]
I’ma bang on bitch boys (Uh-oh)
Bentley trucks, G wagons, then his bitch toys
You ain’t say my name in that diss song
Bitch ass nigga, that’s not a diss, boy
It’s YG aka Chin-Checker
4Hunnid worth fifty million, I’m a rich stepper
Woah, I might pop out in some leather
Or in some Dickies like, fuck your Margiela

[Chorus]
Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Oh)
Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang
What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang
It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang
Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, bang on ’em (Bang on ’em)
Mr. Gangster with designer, get strange on ’em (Uh-oh)
I hang with the savages, we got rank on ’em (Sacks)
Went from broke to rich, I had to change on ’em (Yeah)
Cherry red, I’m flamed up, cherry red Chucks (Yeah)
On gang, Blood, we don’t do no head up’s
I’m the one they call when they get jammed up
Yellin’ free the gang, we don’t do handcuffs
Big drip, hoes tricks, Glock .9, long clips
Bitch strip-pole, gripped on Bloods, I’m with a few Crips
Fuck good, love hard, I burnt out my love chart
Black trucks bulletproof, them Glocks on my security guard
Rich nigga, six figures, ain’t shit, you bitch nigga
Lit nigga, they pay me to pop shit, nigga
A verse from me is like four or five bricks, nigga
And at the video shoot I do this, nigga

[Chorus]
Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Oh)
Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang
What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang
It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang
Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)

[Outro]
We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches
Fours, deuces, treys, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats
Notes, uncompromisin’ quotes
Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin’
Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope
Four double O, now a nigga want the smoke
(West Coast)