[Hook]
I want my Dat back
I want my Dat back
I need my Dat back
I want my Dat back
Where the hell is my Dat at
I want my Dat back
I need my dat back
I want my Dat back
I need my Dat back
I want my Dat back
I played 13 for that
I want my Dat Back
I need my dat back
I want my Dat Back
I need my dat back
[Verse One]
Yo I been listen to you since I was a small crop
I bought your tape and watched your career flop
I post your face up in my room
You had the grim look so when I was mad n***a you was mad too
You blessed me with opportunity to listen
And by droppin an album you made music my mission
I would turn on the TV
All I see is DMC who I truly want to be
And mama bought a karaoke machine
As present, so I can have sessions with the young adolescence
In my room
f** a cartoon
I'm to busy trying to get at you
With this music
And as time went on my sk**s got tighter
An unbelievable writer, unbelievable reciter
Hit the hip hop spots
Closed the ciphers
Obie trice dark like a phantom with flows
And by this time sh** you like a platinum with those
[Hook]
I gotta get me a Dat
I need a Dat
What the hell is a dat? (Digital Audiotape)
Get a Dat
I gotta get a Dat
Yo... What's a Dat
[Verse 2]
Hey yo you came to my town one day I got the word
The illest emcee in the rap game most preferred
I thought it was a start for me to exploit my style
And maybe you lend a hand out
So I dropped what the f** I was doin
Grabbed the DAT
Jetted to the weed spot
And blew the whole f**in sack with my man Joe
Who keep the ten-dollar Dats
He like "you really bout to make it huh o"
I just laughed
Shot up out the spot
Started the engine
Hold the dat tight in my right, while I was steerin
Thinking to myself when the voices started blarrin
HEY YO HEY YO HEY YO
Arrived at the spot
Parking lot packed
Filled with rap-a-lots and bad boy cats
Timbos and backpacks
Hood thing playin with Mecca
Old shirty and scissor hands
I got ta trippin on them n***as when they started rappin
They aggravating the line while u autographin
In fact when I finally reached ya
Them n***as got thrown out a long time ago, nice ta meet ya
Obie Trice nuttin nice
On this mic device
I got a Dat for ya tonight
Clinched in my right
But don't take it if you ain't gonna holla, aight
[Hook]
Hey yo I gave him the dat, now my foot is in the door
I gave him the dat now I'm bout to go on tour
Yo I gave him the dat my foot is in the door, I'm a bout to go on tour
Yeah Yeah
[Verse 3]
Now a year den past and I ain't here from yer a**
I den strapped some loot
Ready to jump in the coupe
Head for NEW YORK
And if I see ya I'm a shoot up all over your sh**
Since I been wearing troops
And you can't call a n***a back to tell me that my sh** is garbage
If I see you in concert I'm a snap
Slap you from the roof like Harley did Jack
I want my f**in dat back
fu*k THAT
[Hook]
Hey yo I need my Dat back
I payed $13.50 for that
Hey yo I want my Dat Back
Hey yo... Where's My Dat at
I said you said you was gonna holla back
You Know I need my Dat back
I want my Dat back
I played $13.50 for that
And you ain't called me back
You know I want my f**in dat back
Cut it out
Cut it out
Obie Trice
Moss Productions
Napp entertainment
'99 sh**
For your mind sh**