I'll Bee Dat Lyrics - Redman

Yo, fuck you! 

Yo, y-yo .F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU! 

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you! 

Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you! 

Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my Beema? 

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" 

Yeah, "Puff puff pass motherfucker" 

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Yo. yo yo, yo, yo. 

Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema? 

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 dat? BOUNCE! 

I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels 

In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back 

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(Chorus) 

My middle name must be Fuck You 

Cause every time I walk by 

niggaz be like, "F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!" 

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 nigga, yo yo nigga 

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, Jerz to 

Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment 

Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up 

Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella 

I'm ghetto like DND, 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 dat disagree, smack him in the teeth 

Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice 

Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night 

(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it 

Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it 

My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe 

Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys 

Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin 

That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin! 

(Chorus) 

Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give 

Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give 

Yo, yo 

If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla 

It's four A.M., 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 god damned if a nigga take mine 

On foot, shit, put rollerblades on 

Mind your business, the nine with swiftness 

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 quarta 

Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply 

(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah 

(Chorus) -> repeat 2X 

F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU! 

(Big Tigga from Rap City) 

Yea yea yea yea yea 

It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga 

I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo! 

It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C. 

All my niggaz strap the Timbs up 

Get out the puffy coats and alla that 

And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later 

I'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!