Redman - I'll Bee Dat! lyrics

Yo, f** you! Yo, y-yo .. F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU! Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, f** you! Yo yo yo yo yo f** you! Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my Beema? Jack move, that's how we act when we team up Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out n***a Let the motherf**er pa** us that blunt n***a They heard what that n***a say, "Puff puff pa** motherf**er" Yeah, "Puff puff pa** motherf**er" Yo.. yo yo, yo, yo.. Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema? 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 b**h; sh**, 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 co*kin 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 (Chorus) My middle name must be f** You Cause every time I walk by n***az 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 sh** Cause every time I'm in a car b**hes be like, "He ain't sh**!" I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat Yo n***a, yo yo n***a I heard the party goin on in there - YEAH Well let me shake my stankin a** 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 floatin, dip you in salmonella I'm ghetto like DND, f**in wit D You be on Banned From TV Part III in a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup You're light in the a** 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 n***a 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 d** that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin! (Chorus) n***az and you b**hes, puff puff give n***az and you b**hes, 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 n***a take mine On foot, sh**, put rollerblades on Mind your business, the nine with swiftness I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness I'm a "Everyday n***a" like I'm Toyota Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul a** back to Utah (Chorus) -> repeat 2X F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU! (Big Tigga from Rap City) Yea yea yea yea yea It's W f** 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 n***az strap the Timbs up Get out the puffy coats and alla that And I'll see all you chickenhead a** b**hes at the club later I'll be dere, heh.. I'll Be Dat!