KeMo - You Wit That lyrics

[Intro] One more time please boys [Verse One] One, two, buckle my shoe Bust a back flip With a mad clip then blast my Doobie slap stick I'm slapping, smacking you, bust your last b**h Understand this rap that's when you see me stabbing I'll match it, rapping, .357 packing I'm snatching, stacking, yo catch the closed caption Acting, reacting, I never get distracted Practice at this black makes me want to blast it I'll crack it, snapping, ecstatic flabbergasted The underhanded, mic addict, blast fanatic I'm thrashing, slash ya, slash yo every wack b**h Sporadic fire, damage that, which is active I'll track it, plan it, so they can catch a fat lip My transcript expands feel my gat, dirty habit People panic, when they see, Doobie smash it (Don't do it Doobie don't do it. Hahaha!) [Hook] Is you with that? Party people let me get that Hit that, the club's about to jump, people get back Is you with that? Party people let me get that Then I spit that, my double pump shot's kick back Is you with that? Party people let me get that Hit that, the club's about to jump, people get back Is you with that? Party people let me get that Knick knack patty wack I'm drunk off a six pack [Verse Two] Yo Son Doobie with the flip of sensei You're down with clown called Funk Doobie If you wanna join the crew then you must see me You can't sound like Nelly or Master P Because them motherf**ers be rhyming like they gay And picking up the mic and then don't know what to say You love to hear the story again and again Of how it all got started way back when Bust it, the monu-men was right in your face From B.K.N.Y. to k**a Cali L.A [Hook] [Verse Three] I'm flipping, ripping, diamond chipping, split it Fo' fifth it, clip it, double dipping, b**hes Like Snake Plissken, Riddick Bowe or Sunny Liston I'll strip him, whip it, stupid b**h, let me stick it Kicking triple six and Doobie's ill prolific I'll k** it, hit it, slip a knife, Son the sickest I'll lick it different, wicked, feel horrific Inflicted, sadistic cut, yo keep the distance Out with yo' kinship, I'm out with yo' mistress I'll mix it, fix it, break your face, punk what is this? Like Rod Strickland I'm persistent, blood I trip in From my sipping, ice pick in a quick minute A stab to your lip, buck down your Honda Civic I'll spit it, no limit, in F6 exquisite Resistant, hip to the fact that I'm autistic Psycho, retarded, metal, son is spliffed [Hook]