Best At That Lyrics - Singles - Da Beatminerz

Uh, uh, huh, yeah, dah, dah 

(I'm skippin' jump shit right here) 

Dah, dee, de, dee, dah, dah 

Da, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee 

Dee, dee, dee, dee 

Dee, de, dee, dah, dah 

It's me, big D, the psychotic neurotic 

Never catch me in the street without some green exotic 

Fly-ass whip, pockets stay knotted 

Step outta bounds and wind up, red dotted 

The socialite with the flows ya like 

Overweight nigga, dressed in the clothes ya like 

Probably see me in the club with some hoes ya like 

And you know I put it down when it's foes to fight 

Can't fuck wit'cha love if ya toes ain't right 

I'm on some bullshit but yo, that's my chosen right 

That's cool 'cause all I see is O's in sight 

Drop shit that'll lift every nose in sight 

Like I'm supposed to do, postin' boo 

Make you jump around like the Holy Ghost'll do 

Let the words get close to you 

I'ma show you how cats sleep just like the most of you 

Come on 

When it comes to spittin' game, I'm the best at that 

One extreme to another like sex to crack 

Beatminerz and Swing do, and bless the track 

And if the L's too short smoke the rest of that 

I'm like Triple H flying off the ropes 

Bring a smile like some coke, fresh off the boats 

I make, you and your boys take off ya coats 

And if ya girl talks back, get her off the soaps 

I'm like fuck you, see I'ma scratch ya name 

On some big wheel shit when I match the game 

On the low chillin' with a hatch back in Maine 

And I still run with niggas that'll snatch ya frames 

Yo pardon me, you ain't catch my name? 

It's D-Moody 

In the Four Seasons about to make a nudie 

Used to see hard times but now I see booty 

And quite often be up in the loft 

And fat asses, titties that are soft and greened out 

So you might hear me coughin', I'll make ya dumbass an off 

And I'll be the one to put the nails in ya coffin 

When it comes to spittin' game, I'm the best at that 

One extreme to another like sex to crack 

Beatminerz and Swing do, and bless the track 

And if the L's too short, smoke the rest of that 

You get a smack fuckin' with this aristicrat 

I'm the element that turns coke from this to that 

You against me, it's like fightin' fist to bat 

It's gonna be hard to smoke when your ribs get cracked 

Think of that, come on if you think I'm wack 

Me beatin yo' ass in a mink and hat 

Bounce off from the scene in a Lincoln Nav 

So motherfuckin' plush you just sink in the back 

And I told you heffers before, never before 

Will you see a beatmaker ever this raw? 

See me in the streets stunning in a yellow Valor 

Big D always leave the crowd yellin' for more 

One of the flyest big niggas you will see 

If you can figure that black, you will be 

Overcome with a mild case of lunacy 

When I drop the LP nigga you will see