Tyga Lyrics Rewritten
Since we are stuck with him for Yardfest, FM has rewritten some of Tyga’s lyrics to make them a little less blatantly sexist and a little more in line with an open dialogue on social issues.
1. Rack City to STACK City (Thesising)
BEFORE:
Rack, rack, city bitch, city bitch
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch, rack
Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch
Mutha on the beat
[Verse 1]
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties on ya titties bitc
hHundred deep V.I.P. no guest list
T-Raw you don’t know who you fucking with?
Got my other bitch fucking with my other bitch
Fucking all night nigga we ain’t celibate
Make it sound too dope I ain’t selling it
Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
Gold Letterman last kings killing shi
tYoung money young money yeah we getting rich
I got ya grandma on my dick (ha ha)
Girl you know what it is
AFTER:
Stack, Stack, city chick, city chick
Stack, Stack, Stack city chick, city chick, Stack
Stack, Stack, Stack city chick, city chick
Readin’ there all week
[Verse 1]
Stack city chick, Stack, Stack city chick
Ten ten ten books for ya thesis chick
Hundred deep pages written, I so quick
Thesis writing’s FTW flippin easy trick
Got another source counterin’ my other source
Workin’ all night man we ain’t quittin’ it
Make it sound so smart I am killin’ it
Haven’t brushed my teeth—I could use a mint
Gold markets and Brit kings, colonists
Ethnographic research funding yeah we feelin’ rich
I got ya Grandma readin’ it (ha ha)
Summa you know what it is
2. Lap Dance to Feminist (WGS and Feminism)
BEFORE:
Benzo, Batman, big ho, lap dance
Ass so fat need a lap dance
Ass so fat I need a lap dance
(Repeat)
[Verse 1]
Shit straight killer, Max Payne, Travis Porter, make it rain
Young Money gang, put you on the team
All my bitches fly, put you on a plane
Hundreds in your face, why you broke boy?
Not from Chi city but I make the Illinois
Let your pride gone walk it out
In the bank and I’m only cashing large amounts
One, one, two, two bitch what it do? three, four, drop it to the floor
Five, five, six, six, rub her on the tits
Seven, seven, eight, eight, make that ass shake
AFTER:
Susan B Anthony, Sheryl Sandberg,
Gender roles need a feminist
Gender roles I need a feminist
(Repeat)
[Verse 1]
Strong female figures, Aphra Behn, Eleanor of Aquitane
Female CEOs, want them on my team
Lady Samurai, their katanas clean
Women in your face, why you hatin’ boy?
WGS classes teach ya that they ain’t a toy
Lose your pride, boy, suck it up
Indira Gandhi rulin’ all of India
One, one, two, two, womyn how it do? three, four, glass ceiling now the floor
Five, five, six, six burn that binder owned by Mitt
Seven, seven, eight, eight future leader of the state.