Gimmie My Dat Back Lyrics - Obie Trice

[Chorus] 

I want my Dat back 

I want my Dat back 

I need my Dat back 

I want my Dat back 

Where the hell is my Dat at 

I want my Dat back 

I need my dat back 

I want my Dat back 

I need my Dat back 

I want my Dat back 

I played 13 for that 

I want my Dat Back 

I need my dat back 

I want my Dat Back 

I need my dat back 

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[Verse One] 

Yo I been listen to you since I was a small crop 

I bought your tape and watched your career flop 

I post your face up in my room 

You had the grim look so when I was mad nigga you was mad too 

You blessed me with opportunity to listen 

And by droppin an album you made music my mission 

I would turn on the TV 

All I see is DMC who I truly want to be 

And mama bought a karaoke machine 

As present, so I can have sessions with the young adolescence 

In my room 

Fuck a cartoon 

I'm to busy trying to get at you 

With this music 

And as time went on my skills got tighter 

An unbelievable writer, unbelievable reciter 

Hit the hip hop spots 

Closed the ciphers 

Obie trice dark like a phantom with flows 

And by this time shit you like a platinum with those 

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[Chorus] 

I gotta get me a Dat 

I need a Dat 

What the hell is a dat? (Digital Audiotape) 

Get a Dat 

I gotta get a Dat 

Yo... What's a Dat 

[Verse 2] 

Hey yo you came to my town one day I got the word 

The illest emcee in the rap game most preferred 

I thought it was a start for me to exploit my style 

And maybe you lend a hand out 

So I dropped what the fuck I was doin 

Grabbed the DAT 

Jetted to the weed spot 

And blew the whole fuckin sack with my man Joe 

Who keep the ten-dollar Dats 

He like "you really bout to make it huh o" 

I just laughed 

Shot up out the spot 

Started the engine 

Hold the dat tight in my right, while I was steerin 

Thinking to myself when the voices started blarrin 

HEY YO HEY YO HEY YO 

Arrived at the spot 

Parking lot packed 

Filled with rap-a-lots and bad boy cats 

Timbos and backpacks 

Hood thing playin with Mecca 

Old shirty and scissor hands 

I got ta trippin on them niggas when they started rappin 

They aggravating the line while u autographin 

In fact when I finally reached ya 

Them niggas got thrown out a long time ago, nice ta meet ya 

Obie Trice nuttin nice 

On this mic device 

I got a Dat for ya tonight 

Clinched in my right 

But don't take it if you aint gonna holla, aight 

[Hook] 

Hey yo I gave him the dat, now my foot is in the door 

I gave him the dat now I'm bout to go on tour 

Yo I gave him the dat my foot is in the door, I'm a bout to go on tour 

Yeah Yeah 

[Verse 3] 

Now a year den past and I aint here from yer ass 

I den strapped some loot 

Ready to jump in the coupe 

Head for NEW YORK 

And if I see ya I'm a shoot up all over your shit 

Since I been wearing troops 

And you can't call a nigga back to tell me that my shit is garbage 

If I see you in concert I'm a snap 

Slap you from the roof like Harley did Jack 

I want my fuckin dat back 

FUCK THAT 

[Chorus] 

Hey yo I need my Dat back 

I payed $13.50 for that 

Hey yo I want my Dat Back 

Hey yo... Where's My Dat at 

I said you said you was gonna holla back 

You Know I need my Dat back 

I want my Dat back 

I played $13.50 for that 

And you aint called me back 

You know I want my fuckin dat back 

Cut it out 

Cut it out 

Obie Trice 

Moss Productions 

Napp entertainment 

'99 shit 

For your mind shit