Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dat's Dat S**t, artist - Method Man. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Dat's Dat S**t |
| WWKYA, WE’RE KICKIN YOUR ASS! |
| My receitals is worth ten titles |
| I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don’t like me I don’t like you |
| I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you |
| The shit I spit damaging your vitals |
| Nobody ride through like my squad do |
| Got all y’all players suicidal |
| Actin niggas, take two |
| You heard the news, I’ma break it to ya |
| We’re here to headline the bill and |
| Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain |
| A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin |
| Yo Funk Doc, pass the Glock, this bitch nigga grillin |
| I make moves wit my big dog? |
| bounce? |
| Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds |
| Y’all know who really lockin this shit down |
| When we rock it, don’t we all stand out? |
| Y’all hazardarious, clear out |
| Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out |
| And show you what I’m talkin 'bout |
| Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha! |
| Get ya stoned and get ya wide |
| Dat’s dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth) |
| Dat’s dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick) |
| Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya high (yeah) |
| Get ya stoned and get ya wide |
| Dat’s dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth) |
| Dat’s dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick) |
| I’m high-powered, the dog rott weiler |
| Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours |
| You wet cowards, I’m live wire |
| Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive |
| Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed |
| Load it and it goes like summer jam tickets |
| Fam can’t dig it, pop goes the wea-sel |
| You be hidin under your peacoat wit people |
| I told cops, roll blocks, no props |
| Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot |
| That’s how we go out, are you the thug type? |
| To ride down like Hopper from a Bug Life? |
| Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D |
| Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy |
| When you and I meet up, the fight heat up |
| Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up |
| I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react |
| Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of velocity |
| Play me like Monopoly |
| Pay me everytime you trespass on my property |
| I’m Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me |
| Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me |
| Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin me |
| Livin in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity |
| Undress a kid properly |
| When I keeps it movin that means there ain’t no stoppin me |
| Constant motivation, the god fiend bury kings |
| Proper education, Allah sees everything |
| How High, just another form of elevation |
| That’s why I choose to build from the basement |
| Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are wastin |
| More these Hot Dog MC’s next to Nathan |
| Allah Math, break the phonograph in half |
| Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash |
| (Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the click |
| (Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over dick |
| WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you’re young, broke and black |
| It’s over there, in the ashtray, who got a match? |
| Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick |
| Get ya up and get ya high |
| Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick |
| Get ya up and get ya high (All y’all stupid bitches keep fightin over dick) |
| Get ya stoned and get ya wide |
| Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!) |
| Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah) |
| Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick) |
| Get ya stoned and get ya high ha |
| Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin over dick) |
| Get ya stoned and get ya high ha |