Redman - How Bout Dat lyrics

[Redman] Yo, I hit the 'freeway' after I 'rock the mic' Light up like Showtime when they about to fight How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38's Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice Doc ride or die, I bubble up when the pouring peroxide It's dirty, lookie here Still sharp like I'm back in school It's like Wonder Blade, cut a n***a smooth Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, who let the dog loose? Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue The big whale that's writing fishscale Like me, better believe, I'm too hard to harpoon My goons, think like Chris Wallace 'Give me the loot' and I don't wanna talk about it When my n***as 'get 'em', that's when I Crush the building, how about that? [Hook: Ready Roc (Redman) {​Streetlife}​ [Method Man]] Look at my shoes, how about that, n***a? (My car, how about that, n***a?) {​Getting money, how about that, n***a?}​ [Stop the bank, how about that, n***a?] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey [Ready Roc] How about it, any n***a realer than me? I doubt it Catch Ready hop out of v, low mileage You see the way I play with money, I'm so childish And, so stylish, looking like Gucci my sponsor Kicks crazy, j**elry is bonkers Whether in the club or you see me in concert I go hard, who created a monster? Me, Gilla be the click that I ride with Talk slick, get flipped like a Sidekick You wonder why your b**h is on my dick Cuz the boy flow doper than five bricks The MC wishing I simply Be remembered like Big Pun, Biggie or Pimp C And when my n***as say 'get 'em', that's when I Blocka blocka, how about that, n***a? [Hook: Streetlife (Ready Roc) {​Method Man}​ [Redman]] [Streetlife] How bout that, ten years plus in the rap game And still getting cream like a fat cat Plus, I'm grossing money off of ASCAP Plus, my publishing, yea I owns that First of all, my royalty come quarterly My hoes, my n***as, all move accordingly Streetlife, I'm so international My foreign exchange, but always in the capitol Straight cash advances, while you be calling Your label all day, hoping someone answers I flow with no auto-tone, just me and my b**h My blunt, my beat, my microphone I shine with no j**elry on, another star is born Watch me perform, beyond the norm And when my n***as 'get 'em', that's when I Brr stick 'em, haha, stick 'em, how about that, n***a? [Hook: Method Man (Streetlife) {​Redman}​ [Ready Roc]] [Method Man] I drip game, soak it up, you dig? Hope your haters want beef, cuz I don't touch the pig How about that, boy, I'm a G, ain't another MC Or pedophile that can touch the kid, I do it big Like Chris Wallace, big bank, big wallet Got a flow that go straight to the pros, forget college I still got it, if I got an issue, I flow the pistol And I'm offical, just like them n***as that blow the whistle Word, man, I shoot to k** 'em, you heard? If you nasty, I shoot 'em with penicillin, you heard? I'm like Cali, so carry, when I'm flipping the words Flip the script on your b**h a** while I'm flipping the bird Meth sick with the pen, stick a few in your men Then again, stick with my people through the thick and the thin Look, when my n***as 'get 'em', I send 'em to hell And ride with 'em, how about that, n***a? [Hook: Redman (Method Man) {​Ready Roc}​ [Streetlife]]