Redman - Da Da Dahhh Lyrics
[verse 1]Yo, I gotta back ache, stomach ache, diahrea, vomitingCold feet, runny nose, head ache, insomniaCranky, moody, burpin while Im cursinBaby chair tied in a suburban drinkin burbanIm only 3, and gotta chip motorolaA hoochie babysitter with snitches by the strollerLyin, cryin, whinin, teasinSuckin tities like I had years of breast feedinIn the begining I was sinningKept my mama back and forthTo the hospital for the constant kickinKept them ass whippin, Im gettin them allShow off like fodolo so ***** all yallDo you get your ass whipped with your moms bad luckLike ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truckPlayin catch a girl, ***** a girlThrow her in a sandwichJust a young boy doing grown man shit[chorus]Im just a young boy doing grown man shitIm just a young boy doing grown man shitLike kickin your assIm just a young boy doing grown man shitSmokin weedIm just a young boy doing grown man shitAll day check it out[verse 2]Im only 13 puttin in workRockin chinese shoes with high top converse but firstWe was all gas watchin game of def with bruceWalkin home from the movies (* red makes karate movie noises *)I thought about the sex oftenI even kept a heartland for them white girls on magic gardenLight skin, chubby and shitRan my mamas phone bill for callin biggs biggs biggsThe old hands used to make them little niggaz fightThe lead patch was the shit if you snatch it rightAnd everybody knew the pattern of pac manRams was 15 and that then was happeninNiggaz used to get robbed at twin cityI was cuttin on sls glue with a pennyWhen epmd dropped its my thingI said damn I gotta get up in this rap game[chorus]Im just a young boy doing grown man shitIm just a young boy doing grown man shitLike touchin your titiesIm just a young boy doing grown man shitIm just a young boy doing grown man shitLike stealin my mamas car[verse 3]I used to tell my sis Im gonna make it *****So close to gettin on I could taste the shitIn a hot ass room cuttin smooth operatorIn my last year at west side high I barley made itFlippin eightballs, going to montclair stateI passed one class and still owe their ass cakeFor quick cash, doc hit up 13th aveSell white boys oregano dash then we laughedThat was the days now the times switched upSon either walk them dogs, sunff it or get snuffedThem hos got triflin but much thickerMy weed got better so easily I *****ed shit upI test yall with my def squad camAnd I dont stage show dive unless yall ampTo all my fans, arivaderchi to yaAnd any ho that didnt blow doc, I never knew ya![chorus]Now Im a grown man doing grown mans shitNow Im a grown man doing grown mans shitLike still sqeezin your tittiesIm just a grown man doing grown man shitWith a big ass carNow Im a grown man doing grown mans shitRollin better creditNow Im a grown man doing grown mans shitYo yo shit is crazyNow Im a grown man doing grown mans shitLike smackin your assNow Im a grown man doing grown mans shitLike shaving my beardNow Im a grown man doing grown mans shitI got hair on my chest!
