Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Said Dat , by - Daddy Freddy. Song from the album Raggamuffin Soldier, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.08.1992
Record label: Music of Life
Song language: English
Who Said Dat |
| SIGN UP |
| New WestNoClueWith this song, NoClue proved the fact that he’s the fastest |
| rapper on earth and also got an appearence in The Guinness Book of Records |
| NoClue (Hahaha) |
| It’s a plot to a scheme |
| Wanna see y’all throwin' the dub when I step on the scene |
| Bigger figures and bigger dreams |
| The life that I’ve never seen is never what it seems |
| But as soon as I step on the scene |
| With an attitude like I don’t give a fuck |
| I’m lovin' the way she’s shaking her butt |
| Got me fantasizing and I really wanna cut |
| Take her to the back of the truck to see what’s up |
| I’m so consist, remember the West in '96 |
| Death Row, multiple gangsta hits |
| Never gonna be the same |
| See the game’s gonna flip every time I spit |
| So let’s slide to the side, everybody that’s feelin' the vibe |
| Lemme see you throw ya hands in the sky and everybody let’s rise |
| So tell me what you know about the West |
| Wear a bulletproof vest on your chest in the West |
| Manifest in the West |
| Show your fatty in the Caddy in the West |
| So tell me y’all forgot about the West |
| Legendary, young literary, preliminary never limitary |
| Clown fools like it’s meditary |
| The rap game’s most revolutionary |
| Half the rappers in the game are very scary |
| Y’all know what’s up |
| Four fingers up, two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed |
| If you’re real, let me see you throw it up |
| Makin' money, then you never got no time to sluff |
| From Sea-Town to Sac-Town |
| The bay area and back down |
| From Portland to Oakland, L.A. up and smokin' |
| We West Coast representin', throwin' up them dubs |
| Collar poppin', chickens jockin' 'cuz they wanna get cut |
| We throw the west up high |
| Can’t nobody see the west when we ride |
| So throw your hands in the sky |
| And now my Niggas, let’s rise |
| I’m the most lyrically elevated, articulated, behated |
| I physically orchestrated |
| See, they mad that I made it |
| Incriminated, they stated, interrogated, debated |
| See, I manipulated, the rap game’s been invaded |
| Metaphorically been related |
| Captivated, opinuated and verbally irritated |
| The mind that contemplated |
| These artists are animated |
| The game’s been fabricated but only through what you make it |
| Ain’t nobody showin' nobody no pity in the West |
| Everybody already been feelin' gritty in the West |
| All the females wanna get all pretty and show their kitty |
| Come and be apart of the committee, only in the West |
| Everybody from the Southeast to the Midwest |
| Never gonna be the type to be put to the test |
| You need to take a little time to confess |
| I’m really one of the best, never less |
| Got them feeling the thump in their chest |
| I’m a rare version, emergin', conversion, inversion |
| Encouragin', of a lyrical reversion and urgin' |
| Swervin' and splurgin', reconversion Metaphorically servin' |
| Super supremacist, lyrical, physical, typical nemesis |
| Lyrically gifted, see the bitches, they reminisce |
| Taking my greedy self, precipitation, so serious |
| Speculated, motivated, impersonated, related, eliminated |
| Too good to be rated but hated |
| Debated, never degraded |
| Disintigrated, could they be mad that I made it Or that I came and invaded |
| So, From Sea-Town to Sac-Town |
| The bay area and back down |
| From Portland to Oakland, L.A. up and smokin' |
| We West Coast representin', throwin' up them dubs |
| Collar poppin', chickens jockin' 'cuz they wanna get cut |
| We throw the west up high |
| Can’t nobody see the west when we ride |
| So throw your hands in the sky |
| And now my Niggas, let’s rise |