"How U Like Dat" as written by and Dana Stinson Aubrey Williams....
W K Y A Gilla house radio
Yeah niggaz, I'm back
And the weather outside is hot than a motherfucker
But we cold chillin’ in the Brick City

So kick back, light some blunts
Put your hands on a big fat greasy ass
And turn the music up
As we take yo' ass on a ride as Redman goes wild on W K Y A

Gilla house, yo, yo
Come see the sideshow, nigga how it go?
With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks
You want the beef nigga? Here the prime roast

My mic's the gun, the bullet's the 9 volt
Fuck the convo, here go the pyro
G.I. Joe mixed with Desperado
I ride low with a bomb in the armrest

Prepare to snipe a fucker like John F.
Connect ya like Nynex, nigga holla
I'm on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck
Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor

Red is to blunt like redneck is to Marlboro
This is our world, join the effect
Clean your ears for Doc Donald Goines with a pen
What more can I say, Doc billin’

Gilla general, Def Squad lieutenant
Ill at will, thought you knew
I'm in the hood, you most wanted up in Malibu
I don't co-sign shit that ain't hundred percent

Tryna blow money wise like Bubba Gump Shrimp, gilla
I feel I'm young
Out for the crumbs
Shotgun warrior with a Wu-Tang tongue, gilla

How ya like that, tell me how ya like that?
How ya like that, tell me how ya like that?
Don't fuck around or walk around with an icepack
I test your gangsta, didn't wanna fight back

This for niggaz, Jews and white trash
I deliver them punch lines with a nice jab
Smokin’ weed on a go-cart at Bo Craft
BC-4, straight out of low cash
Low cash, low cash, W K Y A, Low cash, yeah

The new Brick City, low down, gritty
Fo' pound semi, minds I leave 'em empty
Keep the fo' pound round the 9 milli with me
So when the Feds run up, they likely not to hit me

Like J-Kwon everybody, in the club tipsy
You be on the mixtapes soundin’ like 50
But this is Brick City, gilla house we comin’ through
Smokin’ blunts, sippin’ Henny too

Girls is bouncin’, niggaz bouncin’ too
On the blocks, new whips we drivin’ through
We getting’ money, CD's is pay per view
At the go, go girls come up into, so listen up as we tell y'all what to do

Come holla at my motherfuckin’ crew, yeah

Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

"How U Like Dat" as written by Dana Stinson Aubrey Williams

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC

Lyrics powered by LyricFind

How U Like Dat song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top