DJ Hoppa - True Dat lyrics

[Pre-Hook] You heard about the b**hes I f**ed? That's true You heard about me gettin' the bucks? That too What about me not given a f**? Cause I just stole your b**h Now she's lickin my nuts Jack move! True dat, True dat homie (x4) [Hook] From the South Side of Chi Town All the way to the East Side of Long Beach I said this is my town So come get a drink cause it's on me Catch me in the Rose City With your b**h posted up by my side I ain't a trick or a s**er I'm a bad motherf**er And I'm still going out of my mind True dat [Verse 1] Yeah, I guess I grew up with a silver spoon My whole life's 'Zohan', it's been silky smooth So maybe that's why I wanna k** the mood And bu*t-f** Betty White for a million views I'll treat her just like a pony and ride her *10 views* Then do some shrooms while i bone her vagina *10 views* And when I finish up unloading inside her I'll be screaming out 'GREAT!' like I'm Tony the Tiger When I spray spit, mics may rip right in two 'Til y'all fake b**hes can't say sh** like a mute Take this K-fed, I make bread like a j**, and can even stay fed, and quit, like I'm you Oh sh**, don't make me spray lead at ya crew Play dead, or I'll leave ya face red, white, and blue Like the flag is, just for practice So run along, dog, or you might get ya a** kicked And now I got cream on my joy stick And beaver from Beiber for remixing 'Boyfriend' But your tape? sh**. Only two girls enjoyed it Cause when it dropped, they got splashed by the toilet These thirsty a** hoes, God help us When they bought your tape, I think the cup got jealous Talk about sh**ty, um... thats jokes Man you can ask anyone, dog, thats gross Let me tell you what it's like to live in my city Just trying to stay me while these pretty lights hit me All these cats try to change if they don't see the fame Then they 'X' out their name and just switch it like Diddy All these b**hes saying ‘Mickey, ride wit me' I'm like 'Alright, we can kick it like jet li' She say she'll smash that if I rock a snap back But I tell her 'b**h, I'm stickin wit this 59-50' Ride with me [Hook] [Verse 2] You might get scared when I show up to spit With my white boy glare while I'm loading a clip Sporting bright red hair like I don't give a sh** That's why your wife just stares when I pull out my dick I might sh** talk, diss yall, and get called whack But If I get shot, I'm still bringing hip hop back I might cripwalk, yeah But I ain't in a gang Just getting rich off rap And I'm makin it rain See, I spit raw hash like the weed in ya chest But I'm the ziplock bag, b**h, I'm keepin it fresh Yeah, I'm paper smooth, I just post up with these two Glocks Make a move, and I'll roll up like some tube socks But true talk, there's a price saying 'no gimmics' sh**, I ain't Obie Trice, this is show business So I'mma add a lil' spice for these broke b**hes And grope midgets on a bike wearing no britches But you'll never see a G go and act dumb That's why I'm strapped, son...with a cap gun I'll hit a lick like my dick's too soft Then treat your a** like a switch and just flip you off So you can move if ya wanna, if ya wanna, if ya wanna But I'll prove that your crews 'bout as cool as a sauna This ain't a feud, it's a slaughter, and there's food in the water I'm the dude you confuse with a school of pirahnnas You're a D rider, you ain't no mack, dog See I'm a street fighter, like, "K.O."...Balrog I ain't C. Viper, but I may go smack y'all I couldn't BE tighter like gay ho's vag walls You're a weak writer, a lame-o, that's all An emcee biter, a Jay Hov rap song You're like a cheap lighter, your flame won't last long You can't see me like I got the Halo mask on You're just something for me to blast on [Hook] [Pre-Hook]