Redman - Ill Be Dat

Song Rating: 9.52/10

Song lyrics:

Yo, f** you!
Yo, y-yo .. f-u-uccck youuuuu!
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, f** you!
Yo yo yo yo yo f** you!
Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?
Jack move, thats how we act when we team up
Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out n***a
Let the motherf**er pa** us that blunt n***a
They heard what that n***a say, puff puff pa** motherf**er
Yeah, puff puff pa** motherf**er

Yo.. yo yo, yo, yo..
Zim zeema, who got the key to my beema?
Jack move, thats how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be high range brick city
Watch how you sniff son im highly octane
All you hear is bang, bang, bang, bang
Yo, remember you b**h; sh**, i forget my last name
Its all about game, nuttin else, for delf
Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot
With high, i take out any comp in the hood
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
Get you steppin in your air max - bounce!
You cockin it back but where dat? bounce!
I got a six pack of heineken and big kap on the wheels
In two laps, i give stella her groove back

My middle name must be f** you
Cause every time i walk by
n***az be like, f-u-uccck youuuuu!
Ill be dat, ill be dat, ill be dat, ill be dat
My first name must be he aint sh**
Cause every time im in a car
b**hes be like, he aint sh**!
Ill be dat, ill be dat, ill be dat, ill be dat

Yo n***a, yo yo n***a
I heard the party goin on in there - yeah
Well let me shake my stankin a** in there - yeah!
Soon as i walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf)
Haters play the back, i stay in front like handicapped parkin
Startin arsons from, jerz to
Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment
Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up
Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella
Im ghetto like dnd, f**in wit d

You be on banned from tv part iii
In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
Youre light in the a** son, you weigh bout a buck
But im one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo
Pounds total when im carryin the heat
Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets
Any n***a dat disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then i bag his little piece, rockin the ice
Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night
(why you actin like dat?) the weed made me do it
Devils advocate hot, can take days to do it
My crew do d** that wayne reed couldnt breathe
Dry me in the sun ill amount to ten keys
Redboned im bonin, mcs be clonin
Thats before doc stretch and mornin yawnin!


n***az and you b**hes, puff puff give
n***az and you b**hes, puff puff give

Yo, yo
If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla
Its four a.m., im off a tab and still a
World rap biller, push a big benz
With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna
Ill be god damned if a n***a take mine
On foot, sh**, put rollerblades on
Mind your business, the nine with swiftness
Ill pull it, stretch it like fonda fitness
Im a everyday n***a like im toyota
Your a&r hope we dont drop the same quarta
Wrapped the puta, in a hefty two-ply
(yo he aint from chi) so haul a** back to utah

[chorus] -> repeat 2x

F-u-uccck youuuuu!

[big tigga from rap city]
Yea yea yea yea yea
Its w f** all yall radio, ya man big tigga
Ill be dat, ya heard? yo!
Its like thirty degrees down here in d.c.
All my n***az strap the timbs up
Get out the puffy coats and alla that
And ill see all you chickenhead a** b**hes at the club later
Ill be dere, heh.. ill be dat!

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 04:01