Lyrics I'll Bee Dat - Redman

I'll Bee Dat

Yo, fuck you!
Yo, y-yo.
F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!
Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!
Yo, Sim Simma—who got the keys to my Beemer?
Jack move, that’s how we act when we team up
Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga
Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga
They heard what that nigga say, «Puff puff pass motherfucker»
Yeah, «Puff puff pass motherfucker»
Yo.
yo yo, yo, yo.
Sim Simma—who got the key to my Beemer?
Jack move, that’s how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be high range Brick City
Watch how you sniff son I’m highly octane
All you hear is BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG
Yo, remember you bitch?
Shit, I forget my last name!
It’s all about game, nuttin else, for delf
Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot
With high, I take out any comp in the hood
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
Get you steppin in your Air Max — BOUNCE!
You cockin it back but where dat?
BOUNCE!
I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like, «F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!»
I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat
My first name must be He Ain’t Shit
Cause every time I’m in a car
Bitches be like, «He ain’t shit!»
I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat
Yo nigga, yo yo nigga
I heard the party goin on in there — YEAH
Well let me shake my stankin ass in there — YEAH!
Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (ARF ARF ARF)
Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin
Startin arsons from, Jerz to
Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment
Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up
Watch them chickens, 'fo end up gettin' salmonella
I’m ghetto like D&D, fuckin wit D
You be on Banned From TV Part III
In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You’re light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck
But I’m one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'
Pounds total when I’m carryin the heat
Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets
Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice
Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night
(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it
Devil’s Advocate hot, can take days to do it
My crew do drugs that Duane Reade couldn’t breed
Dry me in the sun I’ll amount to ten keys
Redbones I’m bonin, MC’s be clonin
That’s before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like, «F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!»
I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat
My first name must be He Ain’t Shit
Cause every time I’m in a car
Bitches be like, «He ain’t shit!»
I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat, I’ll be dat
Niggas and you bitches, puff puff give
Niggas and you bitches, puff puff give
Yo, yo
If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla
It’s four A.M., I’m off a tab and still a
World rap biller, push a big Benz
With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna
I’ll be god damned if a nigga take mine
On foot, shit, put rollerblades on
Mind your business, the nine with swiftness
I’ll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness
I’m a «Everyday Nigga» like I’m Toyota
Your A&R hope we don’t drop the same quarter
Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply
(Yo he ain’t from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah
-] repeat 2X
F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!
Yea yea yea yea yea
It’s W Fuck All Y’all radio, ya man Big Tigga
I’ll Be Dat, ya heard?
Yo!
It’s like thirty degrees down here in D. C
All my niggas strap the Timbs up
Get out the puffy coats and alla that
And I’ll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later
I’ll be dere, heh.
I’ll Be Dat!