Dats Dat Shit Lyrics by Method Man

Dats Dat Shit Lyrics

    [Method Man]
    Uh, get ya stank on

    [Radio voice]
    WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN YOUR ASS!

    [Mally G/Jamal]
    My receitals is worth ten titles
    I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
    I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
    The shit I spit damaging your vitals
    Nobody ride through like my squad do
    Got all y'all players suicidal
    Actin niggas, take two
    You heard the news, I'ma break it to ya
    We're here to headline the bill and
    Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
    A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin
    Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin
    I make moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
    Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
    Y'all know who really lockin this shit down
    When we rock it, don't we all stand out?
    Y'all hazardarious, clear out
    Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out
    And show you what I'm talkin 'bout

    Chorus [Redman, Method Man] (Young Zee)
    Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
    Get ya stoned and get ya wide
    Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
    Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
    Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
    Get ya stoned and get ya wide
    Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
    Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)

    [Redman]
    I'm high-powered, the dog rott weiler
    Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
    You wet cowards, I'm live wire
    Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
    Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed
    Load it and it goes like summer jam tickets
    Fam can't dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
    You be hidin under your peacoat wit people
    I told cops, roll blocks, no props
    Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot
    That's how we go out, are you the thug type?
    To ride down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
    Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
    Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
    When you and I meet up, the fight heat up
    Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up

    Chorus

    [Method Man]
    I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react
    Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of velocity
    Play me like Monopoly
    Pay me everytime you trespass on my property
    I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
    Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me
    Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin me
    Livin in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
    Undress a kid properly
    When I keeps it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
    Constant motivation, the god fiend bury kings
    Proper education, Allah sees everything
    How High, just another form of elevation
    That's why I choose to build from the basement
    Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are wastin
    More these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
    Allah Math, break the phonograph in half
    Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
    (Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the click
    (Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over dick
    WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black
    It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

    Chorus

    [Young Zee]
    Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick

    [Redman]
    Get ya up and get ya high
    Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick

    [Method Man]
    Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick

    [Redman] (Young Zee)
    Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep fightin over dick)
    Get ya stoned and get ya wide
    Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!)
    Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah)
    Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick)
    Get ya stoned and get ya high ha
    Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin over dick)
    Get ya stoned and get ya high ha

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