Redman — Ill Bee Dat

[Intro] 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 keys to my Bimmer? Jack move, that's how we act when we team up Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, stretch it 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 [Verse 1] 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, 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 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 [Chorus] 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) [Verse 2] I heard the party goin' on in there, yeah Well, let me shake my stankin' ass 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, Jers' to Arkan- -Sas me coughin' out that dread apartment Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up Watch them chickens, 'fo' 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-fo' pounds total when I'm carryin' the heat Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets Any nigga that disagree, smack him in the teeth Then I bag his little piece, rockin' the ice Give it to the projects, gonna rob him tonight (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it Devil's Advocate hot, it take days to do it My crew do drugs Duane Reade couldn't breed Dry 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' [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] Niggas and you bitches Puff puff give (Haha) Niggas and you bitches Puff puff give [Verse 3] Yo, yo, if you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla It's four AM, 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 goddamned if a nigga take mine On foot, shit, put rollerblades on Mind your business (Uh-huh) The nine with swiftness (Uh-huh) I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness I'm a everyday nigga like I'm Toyota Your A&R hope we 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 [Chorus] 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 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 (Fuck you) Fuck you [Outro] 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 Timbs 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