Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How U Like Dat, artist - Redman. Album song Red Gone Wild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
How U Like Dat |
| W K Y A Gilla house radio |
| Yeah n***, I’m back |
| And the weather outside is hot than a m*** |
| But we cold chillin' in the Brick City |
| So kick back, light some b*** |
| Put your hands on a big fat greasy a*** |
| And turn the music up |
| As we take yo' a*** on a ride as Redman goes wild on W K Y A |
| Gilla house, yo, yo |
| Come see the sideshow, n*** how it go? |
| With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks |
| You want the beef n***? |
| Hit the prime roast |
| My mic’s the gun, the bullet’s the 9 volt |
| F*** the convo, here go the pyro |
| G.I. |
| Joe mixed with Desperado |
| I ride low with a bomb in the armrest |
| Prepare to snipe a f*** like John F. |
| Connect ya like Nynex, n*** holla |
| I’m on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck |
| Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor |
| Red is to blunt like redneck is to Marlboro |
| This is our world, join the effect |
| Clean your ears for Doc Donald Goines with a pen |
| What more can I say, Doc billin' |
| Gilla general, Def Squad lieutenant |
| Ill at will, thought you knew |
| I’m in the hood, you most wanted up in Malibu |
| I don’t co-sign s*** that ain’t hundred percent |
| Tryna blow money wise like Bubba Gump Shrimp, gilla |
| I feel I’m young |
| Out for the crumbs |
| Shotgun warrior with a Wu-Tang tongue, gilla |
| How ya like that, tell me how ya like that? |
| How ya like that, tell me how ya like that? |
| Don’t f*** around or walk around with an icepack |
| I test your gangsta, didn’t wanna fight back |
| This for n***, Jews and white trash |
| I deliver them punch lines with a nice jab |
| Smokin' weed on a Go-Cart at Bo Craft |
| BC-4, straight out of low cash |
| Low cash, low cash, W K Y A, Low cash, yeah |
| The new Brick City, low down, gritty |
| Fo' pound semi, minds I leave 'em empty |
| Keep the fo' pound round the 9 milli with me |
| So when the Feds run up, they likely not to hit me |
| Like J-Kwon everybody, in the club tipsy |
| You be on the mixtapes soundin' like 50 |
| But this is Brick City, gilla house we comin' through |
| Smokin' blunts, sippin' Henny too |
| Girls is bouncin' n*** bouncin' too |
| On the blocks, new whips we drivin' through |
| We getting money, CD’s is pay per view |
| At the go, go girls come up into, so listen up as we tell y’all what to do |
| Come holla at my m*** crew, yeah |