Redman - I'll Bee Dat! Lyrics
Yo, ***** you!Yo, y-yo .. F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, ***** you!Yo yo yo yo yo ***** you!Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my Beema?Jack move, that's how we act when we team upHey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out niggaLet the mother*****er pass us that blunt niggaThey heard what that nigga say, "Puff puff pass mother*****er"Yeah, "Puff puff pass mother*****er"Yo.. yo yo, yo, yo..Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?Jack move, that's how we act when we team upThrow your triple beam up, this is fish scaleI bailed out the county with counterfeit billsMy slang be high range Brick CityWatch how you sniff son I'm highly octaneAll you hear is BANG, BANG, BANG, BANGYo, remember you *****; shit, I forget my last nameIt's all about game, nuttin else, for delfWalk through the woods then stomp on your footWith high, I take out any comp in the hoodGorilla impact in this rap habitatget you steppin in your Air Max - BOUNCE!You *****in it back but where dat? BOUNCE!I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheelsIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back[Chorus]My middle name must be ***** YouCause every time I walk byniggaz be like, "F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!"I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be datMy first name must be He Ain't ShitCause every time I'm in a car*****es be like, "He ain't shit!"I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be datYo nigga, yo yo niggaI heard the party goin on in there - YEAHWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - YEAH!Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (ARF ARF ARF)Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkinStartin arsons from, Jerz toArkan-sas me coughin out that dread apartmentRoll up to the jam with the front end bent upWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonellaI'm ghetto like DND, *****in wit DYou be on Banned From TV Part IIIin a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cupYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buckBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'pounds total when I'm carryin the heatNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streetsAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teethThen I bag his little piece, rockin the iceGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do itDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do itMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breatheDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keysRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be cloninThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin![Chorus]Niggaz and you *****es, puff puff giveNiggaz and you *****es, puff puff giveYo, yoIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorillaIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still aworld rap biller, push a big Benzwith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antennaI'll be god damned if a nigga take mineOn foot, shit, put rollerblades onMind your business, the nine with swiftnessI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda FitnessI'm a "Everyday Nigga" like I'm ToyotaYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quartaWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah[Chorus x2]F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU![Big Tigga from Rap City]Yea yea yea yea yeaIt's W ***** All Y'all radio, ya man Big TiggaI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C.All my niggaz strap the Timbs upGet out the puffy coats and alla thatAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass *****es at the club laterI'll be dere, heh.. I'll Be Dat!
