I'll Bee Dat! Songtext / Lyric

INTRO:
Yo, fuck you!
Yo, yo, fuck you!
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo, fuck you!
Yo yo yo yo yo, fuck you!
Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Ay yo yo yo yo yo, chill out, nigga
Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga
You heard what that nigga said:
Puff, puff, pass, motherfucker
Yeah, puff, puff, pass, motherfucker

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, nuthin else, for delf
Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot
With high I take out any cop in the hood
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
Get you steppin in your Air Max (bounce)
You cockin it back, but where that? (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,
Niggaz 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 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
Haters play the back
I stay in front like handicapped parkin
Startin arsons from Jerz to Arkan-
Saw 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 3
In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You're light in the ass son, you weigh 'bout a buck
But I'm 190 physique, 234 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
(Yo, 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, MCs be clonin
That's before Doc stretch up in morning

CHORUS

Niggaz and you bitches: Puff, puff, give (2x)

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 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 (2x)

[Big Tigga]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
It's "W Fuck All Y'all" radio
Your man Big Tigga
I'll Bee Dat, you heard, yo?
It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C.
All my niggaz strap your 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, hehe.. I'll Bee Dat!