Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Da Dahhh, artist - Redman.
Date of issue: 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! |