Lyrics:
Yo, yeah, dat way
I mean, you know this not a diss record
I don't sneak diss
This just for the record, just facts
Your artists be taking my
Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?
Him that nig-ga, I swear
Stand up guy, him don't need no chair
Well, where the fuck him at?
'Cause nigga, I'm right
raided yo spot
Confiscated yo block
N he didn't get shot
You a hoe nigga
N I remember u do u remember me
8th grade leavin skool
Walkin up (dats wats
Who dat, who dat?
Who dat, who dat?
Who dat, who dat?
Hey, who dat, who dat? That nigga you been waitin' for
I mean the shit was all bad just
[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up)
(Oh yeah)
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop
[Mack 10, Kurupt & Dat Nigga Daz]
(Blaze up)
(Oh yeah)
World wide, west side
Yo
Mack 10 with The Dogg Pound
Yeah, and the hits don't stop
Yeah dats me, yeah dat, yeah dat, yeah dats me, yeah dats me
Yeah dats me, yeah dat, yeah dat, yeah dats me, yeah dats me
Yeah dats me, yeah dat
Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like "who dat?"
Got the whole crowd like "how ya do dat?"
Nigga you, get smacked 'til ya blue black
And ya
Baby do your thang
Shawty get loose!
P-h-a-t phat
Baby I ain't even know you can break it down like dat
Dat, dat dat dat dat dat dat
Shawty got
This bumpin' ass beat from D-A-Z
Gimme dat bump
Bumpin' ass beat (from who?) from the D-A-Z
Gimme dat bump
Bumpin' ass beat (from who?) from
bout dat
Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat
Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D and Ghetto Postage
Homey don't touch the weed, lil
Shout out my wrist and neck
Shout out my wrist and neck
I'm a man of respect
Man of respect
And I'm a nigga with a check
Nigga with a check
dat pussy and shake dat ass
Pop dat pussy and shake dat ass
Gotta wind on that thang, grind on that thang
Get up on a nigga, bend over, let it hang
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Who 'dat, who 'dat, who 'dat tryin' to get up in my crew (Huh? Yeah!)
Yo who 'dat off brand nigga' tryin' to hang wit the clique?
Flossin' like you
And niggas don't give a flyin' fuck
Talk with signs up, walk with the iron tucked
Leave your eyes wide shut
Money bag's on The Table, gots to get locked up
can't fade me
"for America's most complete artist"
"Quik.." "What kind of name is that for a nigga?"
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete
and
Go crazy with this cheese
How 'bout we pop some bottles and
Make movies till we G
How 'bout dat, how 'bout
Dat, how 'bout dat, how 'bout dat
How 'bout
bitch threw 2 to me I threw 4 back baby jus know dat jus
Know dat I'm a real nigga don't know why I hold back yes I'm fresh
Fly to the T my ice don't
ain't lying
Believe dat
I'm on the yacht and boats
Pills and hydro
Bras and money homey
That's what a nigga know
She know I shine cause
You know
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
They gave awards to the real niggas
Imagine dat
They gave Grammys to the drug dealers
Imagine dat
My life a movie where the Oscar
Imagine dat
I got
4Hunnid
Mustard on the beat ho
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
Dat ass, dat ass, dat ass, dat ass
She bad, she bad, she bad, she bad
She
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