Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Da Da Dahhh , by - Redman. Release date: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Da Da Dahhh |
| Yo, I gotta back ache, stomach ache, diahrea, vomiting |
| Cold feet, runny nose, head ache, insomnia |
| Cranky, moody, burpin’while i’m cursin' |
| Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin’burban |
| I’m only 3, and gotta chip motorola |
| A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller |
| Lyin, cryin, whinin', teasin' |
| Suckin’tities like I had years of breast feedin' |
| In the begining i was sinning |
| Kept my mama back and forth |
| To the hospital for the constant kickin' |
| Kept them ass whippin', I’m gettin them all |
| Show off like Fodolo so fuck all y’all |
| Do you get your ass whipped with your mom’s bad luck |
| Like AHUH YEU YEU get hit by a truck |
| Playin’catch a girl, fuck a girl |
| Throw her in a sandwich |
| Just a young boy doing grown man shit |
| I’m just a young boy doing grown man shit |
| I’m just a young boy doing grown man shit |
| Like kickin’your ass |
| I’m just a young boy doing grown man shit |
| Smokin’weed |
| I’m just a young boy doing grown man shit |
| All day check it out |
| I’m only 13 puttin’in work |
| Rockin’chinese shoes with high top converse but first |
| We was all gas watchin’game of def with Bruce |
| Walkin’home from the movies (* Red makes karate movie noises *) |
| I thought about the sex often |
| I even kept a heartland for them white girls on magic garden |
| Light skin, chubby and shit |
| Ran my mama’s phone bill for callin’Biggs Biggs Biggs |
| The old hands used to make them little niggaz fight |
| The lead patch was the shit if you snatch it right |
| And everybody knew the pattern of pac man |
| Rams was 15 and that then was happenin' |
| Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city |
| I was cuttin’on SL’s glue with a penny |
| When EPMD dropped Its My Thing |
| I said damn i gotta get up in this rap game |
| I’m just a young boy doing grown man shit |
| I’m just a young boy doing grown man shit |
| Like touchin’your tities |
| I’m just a young boy doing grown man shit |
| I’m just a young boy doing grown man shit |
| Like Stealin’my mama’s car |
| I used to tell my Sis i’m gonna make it bitch |
| So close to gettin’on i could taste the shit |
| In a hot ass room cuttin’smooth operator |
| In my last year at West Side High I barley made it Flippin eightballs, going to Montclair State |
| I passed one class and still owe their ass cake |
| For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th ave |
| Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed |
| That was the days now the times switched up Son either walk them dogs, sunff it or get snuffed |
| Them ho’s got triflin’but much thicker |
| My weed got better so easily i fucked shit up I test y’all with my def squad cam |
| And I dont stage show dive unless y’all amp |
| To all my fans, arivaderchi to ya And any ho that didnt blow Doc, I NEVER KNEW YA! |
| Now i’m a grown man doing grown mans shit |
| Now i’m a grown man doing grown mans shit |
| Like still sqeezin’your titties |
| I’m just a grown man doing grown man shit |
| With a big ass car |
| Now i’m a grown man doing grown mans shit |
| Rollin’better credit |
| Now i’m a grown man doing grown mans shit |
| Yo yo shit is crazy |
| Now i’m a grown man doing grown mans shit |
| Like smackin’your ass |
| Now i’m a grown man doing grown mans shit |
| Like shaving my beard |
| Now i’m a grown man doing grown mans shit |
| I got hair on my chest! |