Blow Dat Lyrics - Independent's Day - Royce Da 5'9

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

Nottz, let's take 'em back 

Yes. yes. yes. 

Yes. the Smith 'n, the Wesson 

Extended clip in the vest of whoever testin 

Rollin to the party with the shottie with the body 

Made the lead put the slugs with the hollows in the heads 

with the, with the with the with the Mossberg pump 

When it thump make the nigga with the heart turn punk 

Would ya, would ya would ya would ya please leave me alone 

so I can get my Chuck D on 

"Yes. the rhythm, the rebel" 

+Public Enemy+ number one with heavy metal 

If I don't got the whistle in my Air Nikes 

I don't feel right out there livin in my "Surreal Life" 

All of you hoes should know I will blow that whistle 

Blow a hole in your throwback and throw that pistol 

Pimps, pussy and power, police, pitchers, hitters 

The streets, religion, ballers, all of 'em getcha getcha if you don't 

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[Chorus] 

Blow dat whistle. blow dat whistle. 

Blow dat whistle. blow dat whistle. 

Blow dat whistle. 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

Yes - we brothers of the same kind, un-blind 

Yes - same mind duckin one-time, same nine 

Yes - I aim fine what I bang gettin lain down 

with after I give 'em hang time then it's game time 

Yes - same gang nigga, young June, young Vishis 

You punks better come wit it 'fore we come visit 

Blastin them hammers - I ain't no punk 

Wanna +Punk+ me? You better bring Ashton and cameras 

Heh. would you blow that whistle? 

At a hoe that dissed you, or that clique crew 

that you that'll stiff you, like a Kodak picture 

Please don't depend on the short arms of the law 

Naw, niggaz be goin crazy waitin for they day 

But me I know what time it is like Flava Flav, hey 

Pimps, pussy and power, police, pitchers and hitters 

The streets, religion, ballers, all of 'em getcha getcha if you don't 

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[Chorus] 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

Yes, niggaz be lookin awfully hard to the car 

Bein coughed out while I be Heimlich-ing off 

The kind that'll knock the primer off the side of your car 

The kind that'll bang the triangle off your garage 

When it sound off, y'all'll be talkin to God 

Cause y'all are soft inside, you had to be bossin up 

So I had to be bossin you down, talkin hard 

'til I blow you across the street like a crossing guard 

Ha. I will blow that whistle 

Leave your brains all over the ho that's with you 

Leave you layin all over the flo' that's with you 

Leave your name all over the flow that fits you 

This is for you and whoever you sold that shit to 

I'm the soldier with the fo'-fo' that hits you 

Pimps, pussy and power, police, pitchers and hitters 

The streets, religion, ballers, all of 'em getcha getcha if you don't 

[Chorus] 

[Royce Da 5'9"] 

M. (blow dat whistle) 

I. (blow dat whistle) 

C. (blow dat whistle) 

Young Vishis (blow dat whistle) 

Young June (blow dat whistle) 

My nigga Cash (blow dat whistle) 

Nottz raw (blow dat whistle) 

My nigga K (blow dat whistle) 

Ha. to my niggaz out West (blow dat whistle) 

To my niggaz out East (blow dat whistle) 

To my niggaz in the South (blow dat whistle) 

To my niggaz up North (blow dat whistle) 

To my niggaz in the middle (blow dat whistle) 

Yes, I will blow that whistle 

Yes, so don't go there with me 

Yes, I will blow that whistle 

Yes, so don't go there with me 

Yes, I will blow that whistle 

Yes, so don't go there with me. [fades out]