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Dat`s Dat Shit Lyrics |
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 [Method Man]:
Uh, get ya stank on [Radio Announcer]: WWKYA, we`re kickin` your ass [Mally G]: My recitals is worth ten titles I shot on wrote Bibles, if you don`t like me I don`t like you I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you The shit I spit damaging your vitals Nobody ride through like my squad do Got all ya`ll players suicidal Actin` niggas, take two You heard the news, I`m a break it to ya We`re here to headline the bill and Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villian A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin` Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin` I make moves with my big dawg bounce Staten Island to the Bricks for mo` chips and mo` pounds Ya`ll know who really lockin` this shit down When we rock it, don`twe all stand out? Ya`ll hazardarious, clear out Get ya ass out `fore I tear it out And show you what I`m talkin` `bout [Chorus - Method Man & Redman (Young Zee)]: Yo, get ya up and get ya high, ha Get ya stoned and get ya wide Dat`s dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin` with the fifth) Dat`s dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin` over dick) Ay yo, we get ya up and get ya high (yeah) Get ya stoned and get ya wide Dat`s dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin` with the fifth) Dat`s dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin` over dick) [Redman]: I`m high-powered, the dog Rottweiler Chocolate Thai showers got Doc cookin` minute rice for five hours You wet cowards, I`m live wire Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands with Palmolive Yo Bricks holla, I go the plan printed Load it and it goes like Summer Jam tickets Fam can`t dig it, pop goes the weasel You be hidin` under your peacoat with people I told cops, roll blocks, no props Fo` pops, Hennessey back and we both shot That`s how we go out, are you the thug type? To ride don like Hopper from a Bug`s Life? Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy When you and I meet up, the fight heat up Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up [Chorus] [Method Man]: I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react Breezin` through these tracks with the highest of velocity Play me like Monopoly Pay me everytime you trespass on my property I`m Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin` me Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin` me Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin` me Livin` in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity Undress I keeps it movin` that means there ain`t no stoppin` me Constant motivation, the God fiend bury kings Proper education, Allah sees everything How High, just another form of elevation That`s why I choose to build from the basement Twelve-thirty-one ninety-nine, times are wastin` More these hot dog MC`s next to Nathan Allah math, break the phonograph in half Promoters on some bullshit, short with Johnny Cash (Dat`s dat shit) They got snitches rattin` on the click (Dat`s dat shit) They got bitches fightin` over dick Where the love at, when you`re young, broke and black? It`s over there, in the ashtray, who got a match? [Chorus] [Young Zee]: Yeah, yeah, yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin` over dick [Redman]: Get ya up and get ya high Funk Doc got bitches fightin` over dick [Method Man]: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Meth-Tical got bitches fightin` over dick [Redman (Young Zee)]: Get ya up and get ya high (all ya`ll stupid bitches keep fightin` over dick) Get ya stoned and get ya high Get ya up and get ya wide Get ya up and get ya high (high) Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (yeah yeah) Get ya stoned and get ya high (fightin` ove dick) Get ya stoned and get ya high ha Get ya up and get uya high ha (fightin` over dick) Get ya stoned and get ya high ha |
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