YAH AYH

Saba

Yah yah There’s a sound in the town When somebody ‘bout to put work in Yah yah

Gotta be the one to put my city on the map Nobody else stepping up Nobody else taking that weight So I guess it falls on these shoulders

Like Pivot Gang’s finest Telling stories from streets that raised us West Side narratives, care with every syllable Building something worth remembering

Yah yah Brothers scared to come around When they hear that sound Something ‘bout to go down Yah yah