I'll Bee Dat! Testo

INTRO: Yo, fuck you! Yo, yo, fuck you! Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fuck you! Yo yo yo yo yo, fuck you! Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema? Jack move, that's how we act when we team up Ay yo yo yo yo yo, chill out, nigga Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga You heard what that nigga said: Puff, puff, pass, motherfucker Yeah, puff, puff, pass, motherfucker Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema? Jack move, that's 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, I'm highly octane All you hear is BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG Yo, remember you bitch Shit, I forget my last name It's all about game, nuthin else, for delf Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot With high I take out any cop in the hood Gorilla impact in this rap habitat Get you steppin in your Air Max (bounce) You cockin it back, but where that? (bounce) I got a six pack of Heineken And Big Kap on the wheels In two laps, I give Stella her groove back CHORUS: My middle name must be "Fuck You" Cause every time I walk by, Niggaz be like: "Fuck you!" I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat My first name must be "He Ain't Shit" Cause every time I'm in a car, Bitches be like: "He ain't shit!" I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat Yo nigga, yo yo nigga I heard the party goin on in there (yeah) Well, let me shake my stankin ass in there (yeah) Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin Haters play the back I stay in front like handicapped parkin Startin arsons from Jerz to Arkan- Saw 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 I'm ghetto like DND Fuckin' wit' D You be on "Banned From TV", Part 3 In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup You're light in the ass son, you weigh 'bout a buck But I'm 190 physique, 234 pounds total, When I'm carryin the heat Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets Any nigga 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 (Yo, why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe Dry me in the sun, I'll amount to ten keys Redboned I'm bonin, MCs be clonin That's before Doc stretch up in morning CHORUS Niggaz and you bitches: Puff, puff, give (2x) If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla It's four AM, I'm off a tab And still a world rap biller Push a big Benz With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine On foot? Shit, put rollerblades on Mind your business, the nine with swiftness I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness I'm a "Everyday Nigga" like I'm Toyota Your A&R hope We don't drop the same quarta Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply (Yo, he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah! CHORUS (2x) [Big Tigga] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah It's "W Fuck All Y'all" radio Your man Big Tigga I'll Bee Dat, you heard, yo? It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C. All my niggaz strap your Timbs up Get out the puffy coats and all of that And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches At the club later I'll be there, hehe.. I'll Bee Dat!