Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alladat , by - Brand Nubian. Release date: 10.10.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alladat , by - Brand Nubian. Alladat |
| Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yo, straight from the wilds of The Bronx, it’s Buckwild, you know I’m sayin'? |
| And that kid Sadat X born king, doin' my thing |
| Know I’m sayin'? |
| I let’cha know how it is in my lifestyle everyday |
| Lately yo, I been walkin' tightropes |
| It’s an adventure everyday as I walk down the block |
| Quiet bald head is like a bad motherfucker |
| All charged up from Madison Ave |
| I’m up on the stage if you read the front page |
| Give me the old school mic with a cord |
| I’ll stand on the table, give a fuck about a label |
| Now, we all can’t brawl, we all can’t brawl |
| It’ll be your downfall when you’re goin' like this |
| Is it the cash or the hash from my stash that compels you? |
| Gas kids throw me but my crew bring me back |
| They stay on my back so I don’t act like alladat |
| Now all these niggas carry on like they think they alladat |
| They think they alladat, they think they alladat |
| Now all these niggas carry on when they think they alladat |
| They think they alladat, they think they alladat |
| Late one night, 55th outpost |
| Chicken head watchin' to see who she can catch |
| She got a man, I can tell 'cos the action in her eyes |
| Ain’t nervous, a young sassy thing |
| She call me a playa, standin' on the corner with her whole damn crew |
| I’m ridin' down the block with her girlfriend |
| In the next nigga’s car, lookin' like a star |
| Shades, blackness, packed his whole damn frame |
| Ya got to be down to starts about the booty |
| 'Cos Sonny Lamb packs the wham |
| It’s all good, yeah, it’s all good |
| See it attracts kids that are sweater |
| A nigga like me’ll be the first to forget her |
| So now she all mad, bringin' drama to the crib |
| Go ahead, chicken head, wit the funk |
| You get played like trash if you act like you’d always have |
| And you always will, chicken heads is only good for a thrill |
| Yo yo, yo they think they alladat, they think they alladat |
| All these bitches carry on when they think they alladat |
| They think they alladat, they think they alladat |
| Now my checks jam and I waited all damn week |
| And if I flip 'em the bad guy, you wonder why |
| When the corner officers and nobody can call me back |
| And everybody claims to know nothin' |
| And these is the peoples that’s down wit me |
| Supposedly, lays on my side, yeah right |
| They let a nigga die in the night if you let 'em |
| You can get wild, flip, go grab the mask |
| But it damn sure slow-up the cash 'cos I know |
| Ya be a menace to society, still waitin' for the dough |
| The thinkin' man is the one with the plan |
| Plant his seeds first then be ready to burst |
| It’s like that, huh? |
| My name is X from the hot blocks of Harlem |
| Take it personally when you try to stop my stardom |
| Use to be mild, find myself gettin' wild |
| Got to slow down for my girl and my child |
| 'Cos I love life and I gots ta live it |
| And every time I get on stage I’ma move sometin' |
| And you can never say the X didn’t hit’cha |
| Aiyo, I put it on ya but first I warn ya |
| This ain’t no average skit, this is a hit |
| More than you hit, better than your best shit |
| Better than your man’s shit, better than his cousin’s shit |
| Better than your whole block, buck once and then ya come wit that nons |
| Aight, hey Buck, when you bring what you bring to the game |
| And when I bring what I bring to the game |
| It’s dangerous that I can’t even call it |
| But we gonna end it off like this, you know I’m sayin'? |
| On some Bronx town shit, check it out |
| The big X has spoken, courtesy of Buck |
| A Bronx hoe-down similar to the showdown |
| Won’t you place a bet on ya man |
| You know my style and you know where I stand |
| I’ma leave you on wit the real for right now |
| Peace to Brand Nubian, now Rule and Buckwild |
| Right now, peep the master of the head nod |
| Hit New York harder and smarter, thieves attack, now stay back |
| Tainted styles don’t pass the grade |
| A lotta kids are slidin', just ridin' on the wave |
| A lotta kids are slidin', just ridin' on the wave |
| A lotta kids are slidin', just ridin' on the wave |
| Yo, all these niggas think they hard when they think they alladat |
| They think they alladat, they think they alladat |
| All these bitches act like sluts when they think they alladat |
| They think they alladat, they think they alladat |
| Now all these fraud niggas are bitches when they think they alladat |
| They think they alladat, they think they alladat |
| Fuck them niggas out there who think they alladat |
| They think they alladat, they think they alladat |
| Fuck them niggas, fuck them bitches |
| Fuck them fraud ass, motherfuckers |
| Fake ass niggas |
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