Yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you

Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?
Jack moves that's how we act when we team up
(Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)
(Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)
(They heard what that nigga say, "Puff puff pass, motherfucker")
(Puff puff pass, motherfucker)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?
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, bitch? Shit, I forget my last name
It's all about game, nothin' 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 cockin' it back but where it at? Bounce
I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back

My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be, "He Ain't Shit"
'Cause every time I'm in a car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (yo, yo, yo)

I heard the party going on in there, yeah
Well, let me shake my stankin' ass in there, yeah
Soon as I walk in, dogs are barking
Haters played it back, I stay in front lay handicapped parking
Startin' arsons from Jers' to Arkan'
Saw me coughing out that dread apartment
Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up
Watch them chickens, 'fore end up gettin' salmonella
I'm ghetto like D&D, fuckin' wit' D
You be on Banned From TV Part III
In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You're light in the ass, son, you weigh 'bout a buck
But I'm one-ninety physique
Two hundred and thirty four pounds total when I'm carryin' the heat
Not platinum more wax but, platinum in the streets
Any nigga that disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then I bag his little piece, rocking the ice
Give it to the projects, gonna rob him tonight
(Why you acting like that?)
The weed made me do it
Devils advocate hot, it take days to do it
My crew do drugs Duane Reade couldn't breed
Drive me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys
Redbones I'm bonin', MC's be clonin'
That's before Doc stretch up and mornin' yawnin'

My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I'm in the hood
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be, "He Ain't Shit"
'Cause every time I'm in my car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (I'll be that), I'll be dat (I'll be that)

Niggas and you bitches (ow)
Puff, puff, give (haha)
Niggas and you bitches (ow)
Puff, puff, give

Yo yo, if you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla
It's 4AM, I'm off a tab and still a
World rap biller, push a big Benz
With the chicken head, drawers hangin' from my antenna
I'll be goddamned if a nigga take mine
On foot, shit, put rollerblades on
Mind your business (uh-huh)
The nine with swiftness (uh-huh)
I pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness
I'm a everyday nigga like a Toyota
Your A&R hope you don't drop the same quarter
Wrapped the puta in a Hefty Two-Ply
(Yo he ain't from Chi)
So haul ass back to Utah

My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I'm in the hood
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be, "He Ain't Shit"
'Cause every time I'm in the car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat

My middle name must be, "Fuck You"
'Cause every time I'm in the hood
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be, "He Ain't Shit"
'Cause every time I'm in my car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (fuck you)

(Fuck you)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's W Fuck All Y'all Radio, ya man Big Tigga
I'll be dat, ya heard? Yo (fuck you)
It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C
All my niggas strap the Timb's up
Get out the puffy coats and all of that
And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later
I'll be there, ha
I'll be dat


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I'll Bee Dat Lyrics as written by Reggie Noble Jeremy Harding

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    This is a funny parody about two guys laughing at themselves, and demostrates Rads and Methods abilities are beyond all these vain new rappers out there. Wu Tang is lengendary.

    scrappy123on June 03, 2007   Link

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