Partners-N-Crime - Why Do-U-Do Me Like Dat? lyrics

[Kangol Slim] I'm up Early N Tha Mornin' on a mission straight for cheese, {cheese} Before I get my day started got to smoke me some weed, {weed} I holl'ed at Lil' Dave, but Dave was all out So we headed on a mission straight to the White House White House was out to We hit the High Coat You know the place where them Hounds like to hang out on the porch I holl'ed at my n***a, hit me three times on the faddier Weed man yelled out "Come back a lil' later" Ahh sh**, the f**in' weed man is out I don't want to go to no n***a, that don't have no clout But I know this n***a told me he had some weed So n***a give me what I want Give me what I need, and It's like that y'all, this n***a handed me a itty bitty sac y'all I said what the f**? You know I gave it back y'all Let me get straight to the point Look like I could have rolled two joints Ain't that cold [Kangol Slim-Chorus] If a n***a sellin' nickel bags And they to small Look like ya can't roll a gar Ask that n***a,Why Do-U- Do Me Like Dat? Why Do-U- Treat Me Like Dat? Why Do-U- Do Me, Why U- Treat ,Why Do-U- Me Like Dat? And If a n***a sellin' dimes bags And they lookin' sick Look like ya can't roll a nick Ask that n***a,Why Do-U- Do Me Like Dat? Why Do-U- Treat Me Like Dat? Why Do-U- Do Me, Why U- Treat ,Why Do-U- Me Like Dat? [Mista Menor] Now if I can't smoke fiyah, I don't smoke at all, and I ain't f**in' with you, because yo bags to small You that skimp n***a, that brown gra** with the sticks n***a Three dollar bags for five, try'na be a big n***a What'cha try'na make a mil of a pound? You need to shut it down, find a new town Yo name, people just done ran it in the ground Cause they found you got the bumpest around But you still try'na slang that sh** Serve that sh** You need to take all that sh**, and Burn that sh** Cause I ain't scorin' nothin' from you, and I heard from word of mouth, you ain't gettin'no play in the drought You a sad a** case for a weed man, and You claimin' you scorin' from them Jamaicans Why you handin' me this bag full of seeds man? I ain't try'na grow no f**in' weed man [Chorus] [Kangol Slim] It goes out to yo clown n***a's Try'na buy a manchant and car off a pound n***a's Get some weed, and don't how to break it down n***a's Runnin' through vines, sayin' it's off the ground n***a's You f**in' clown n***a's [Mista Menor] I made this for them skimp n***a's You know, who smoke before try'na make a nick n***a's Them pound stretchers, try'na make a Hound fecther, and I bet ya, you f**in' with that dirt to The type of kat, that make a n***a wanna hurt you [Kangol Slim] Grab that chopper, run in yo house, and Do yo whole crew Sellin' n***a's ounces and pounds of that Boo-Koo Make a n***a wanna knock holes through yo Fubu Now what would you do? [Chorus]