[{"id":17938081,"name":"I'll Bee Dat! (instrumental)","trackName":"I'll Bee Dat! (instrumental)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"I'll Bee Dat!","duration":272.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, fuck you!\nYo, y-yo\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\nYo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\nYo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nHey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\nLet the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\nThey heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\nYeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\nYo. yo yo, yo, yo\nZim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nThrow your triple beam up, this is fish scale\nI bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\nMy slang be high range Brick City\nWatch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\nAll you hear is bang bang bang bang!\nYo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\nIt's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\nWalk through the woods then stomp on your foot\nWith high, I take out any comp in the hood\nGorilla impact in this rap habitat\nGet you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\nYou cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Bee Dat! (instrumental)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: I'll Bee Dat!\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you!\n  Yo, y-yo\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\n  Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\n  Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\n  Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\n  They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n  Yeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\n  Yo. yo yo, yo, yo\n  Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang bang bang bang!\n  Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\n  You cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!\n"},{"id":21333733,"name":"I'll Bee Dat! (instrumental)","trackName":"I'll Bee Dat! (instrumental)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"I'll Bee Dat!","duration":275.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, fuck you!\nYo, y-yo\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\nYo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\nYo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nHey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\nLet the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\nThey heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\nYeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\nYo. yo yo, yo, yo\nZim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nThrow your triple beam up, this is fish scale\nI bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\nMy slang be high range Brick City\nWatch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\nAll you hear is bang bang bang bang!\nYo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\nIt's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\nWalk through the woods then stomp on your foot\nWith high, I take out any comp in the hood\nGorilla impact in this rap habitat\nGet you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\nYou cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Bee Dat! (instrumental)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: I'll Bee Dat!\n  duration_ms: 275000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you!\n  Yo, y-yo\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\n  Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\n  Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\n  Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\n  They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n  Yeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\n  Yo. yo yo, yo, yo\n  Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang bang bang bang!\n  Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\n  You cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!\n"},{"id":37856344,"name":"I'll Bee Dat (Instrumental)","trackName":"I'll Bee Dat (Instrumental)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"I'll Bee Dat 12\"","duration":269.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, fuck you!\nYo, y-yo\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\nYo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\nYo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nHey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\nLet the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\nThey heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\nYeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\nYo. yo yo, yo, yo\nZim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nThrow your triple beam up, this is fish scale\nI bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\nMy slang be high range Brick City\nWatch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\nAll you hear is bang bang bang bang!\nYo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\nIt's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\nWalk through the woods then stomp on your foot\nWith high, I take out any comp in the hood\nGorilla impact in this rap habitat\nGet you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\nYou cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. 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Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. 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Yo (fuck you)\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggas strap the Timb's up\n  Get out the puffy coats and all of that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be there, ha\n  I'll be dat\n"},{"id":21333732,"name":"Pick It Up","trackName":"Pick It Up","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"I'll Bee Dat!","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Pick it up, pick it up\nIf you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\n\nWhile I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\nThe double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\nSit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\nThen tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\nAhh yes, comin from the North South East West\nHold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\nWe bless, mics, three times a day\nThree times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\nStrictly laughing at MC's\nLyrics for years that run more than ten deep\nNiggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\nShut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\nIt's nine-six so get with it\nPeep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\nListen, must we forget, I originated\nAll that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\nThat jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\nBrick City! Is where I get down kid\nPeace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\nFuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\nSay what? Got some fly shit on deck\nSay WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\nPPP got the glocks and tecs\nAnd Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\nFirst of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\nPubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\nBay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\nTo all MC's, I love it that you hate us\nDrop skills that might send wind chill factors\nBack through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\nStep uncorrect and get blackened\nThe assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\nI don't tote guns I tote funds\nWhile you still puzzled how my antidote runs\nYour whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\nStill wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\nYou remind me of school on a Sunday\nNo class, beatin all King's down\nDoin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\nGive em a good reason to open Alcatraz\nBack, nobody got the Red shook\nBeen a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\nDef Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\nThat's why them hardcore promoters still book me\nYou shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\nIf you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick it up, pick it up\nIf you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\nWhat the fuck you gon do\nPick her up, pick her up\nI keep it fly y'all\nFly fly y'all\n\nAiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\nWe pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\nThen we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\nWe bag for cheese just to get weed\nSmoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\nOh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\nGuzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\nNonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\nAt courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\nS-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\nThen freeze... hah, ha-hah\nWhere was I? Oh yes\nSippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\nDon't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\nAnother nigga smoked from impression\nSecond guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\nSpit, sixteen bits, come equipped\nAnd I still walk around with the hooked up\nMotorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\nDrop shit, it's a microscopic topic\nHow I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\nAnd uptown got the la-la spots\nAnd bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\nBut still, I walk around with the grill\nCause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\nI ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\nFuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\nTo any, MC who wonder what got in me\nTo get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\nIt don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\nFillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n*Static from radio surfing*\n\nThanks Bill\nThis week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\nWe're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\nThat my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\nDuring our stay in Da Bricks\nAlthough we suffered minor setback this week\nWhen our TV satellite van was stolen\nWe managed to get around best way possible\nWe had chances to see spots like\nHawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\nAvon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\nThere's someone about to go for their drugs\nOr as they would say, stash\nHey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n(Redman)\nAiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\nThis here, is the telephone line\nOf one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\nLadies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\nIs tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\nShhh...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Pick It Up\n  artist: Redman\n  album: I'll Bee Dat!\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n\n  While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check\n  The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque\n  Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks\n  Then tap your man back and be like \"Did you see that?\"\n  Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West\n  Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess\n  We bless, mics, three times a day\n  Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels\n  Strictly laughing at MC's\n  Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep\n  Niggaz be like \"Ahh he changed his style up\"\n  Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah\n  It's nine-six so get with it\n  Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin\n  Listen, must we forget, I originated\n  All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit\n  That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit\n  Brick City! Is where I get down kid\n  Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince\n  Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit\n\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n  Say what? Got some fly shit on deck\n  Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck\n  PPP got the glocks and tecs\n  And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck\n\n  First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up\n  Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up\n  Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas\n  To all MC's, I love it that you hate us\n  Drop skills that might send wind chill factors\n  Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack\n  Step uncorrect and get blackened\n  The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men\n  I don't tote guns I tote funds\n  While you still puzzled how my antidote runs\n  Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it\n  Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it\n  You remind me of school on a Sunday\n  No class, beatin all King's down\n  Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast\n  Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz\n  Back, nobody got the Red shook\n  Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH\n  Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me\n  That's why them hardcore promoters still book me\n  You shook G... word up... hah hah...\n\n  If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick it up, pick it up\n  If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground\n  What the fuck you gon do\n  Pick her up, pick her up\n  I keep it fly y'all\n  Fly fly y'all\n\n  Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's\n  We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees\n  Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's\n  We bag for cheese just to get weed\n  Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese\n  Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves\n  Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts\n  Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch\n  At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C\n  S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy\n  Then freeze... hah, ha-hah\n  Where was I? Oh yes\n  Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress\n  Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc\n  Another nigga smoked from impression\n  Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin\n  Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped\n  And I still walk around with the hooked up\n  Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government\n  Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic\n  How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches\n  And uptown got the la-la spots\n  And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks\n  But still, I walk around with the grill\n  Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real\n  I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit\n  Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents\n  To any, MC who wonder what got in me\n  To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi\n  It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot\n  Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on\n  *Static from radio surfing*\n\n  Thanks Bill\n  This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark\n  We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots\n  That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit\n  During our stay in Da Bricks\n  Although we suffered minor setback this week\n  When our TV satellite van was stolen\n  We managed to get around best way possible\n  We had chances to see spots like\n  Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave\n  Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen\n  19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now\n  There's someone about to go for their drugs\n  Or as they would say, stash\n  Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?\n\n  (Redman)\n  Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*\n\n  This here, is the telephone line\n  Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark\n  Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do\n  Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress\n  Shhh...\n"},{"id":16392573,"name":"Well All Rite Cha (explicit)","trackName":"Well All Rite Cha (explicit)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"I'll Bee Dat!","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring method man\n\nHydro... indo... (buddha!)\nHah... cocoa... yo ya ya yo!\nI need some brown weed (lady) all day\nI need some brown weed (jenny)\nI need some cut (lady lady)\n\nNow these doors don't open til after dark\nAnd it ain't til 12 til the party really starts\n(yo me and my crew had to be in by ten\nRight before the fun was about to begin)\nYo yo one bitten jabberjaws tryin to taste the\nPaper written, kids be bullshittin, i see they flaws\nToo many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause\nThem broads love my shitty drawers, the finest\nCriminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz\nFind it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy\nSo i gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks\nThat can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*\n\nYo, yo! yo son excuse me?\n(yo) i'm tryin to earn a million buck or two\nThe ill mc step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)\nDoc start walkin bumpin m.o.p.\nTo catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three\n(da ruckus!) with the mic i blast men on sight\nSo off the hook atlantic bell had to go on strike\nDoc did it, metaphors come amg kitted\n20/20 vision, comes tinted! from being so high.\n(so high.) so high. so high.\n\nAir it out\nIron lung i be the street soldier, ante up\nPull them panties up, party's over, in the cut\nSlappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck\nLike them wild-cats at villanova, hot as fuck!\nDuke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller\nOf the universe, stole-a, colder than cola\nCaps grab your hoodie hat, island of stat'\nKeep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather\n\nGats, right hook, uppercut swollen how i left your eye\nStage dived, made a mistake, kicked f.o.i.\nAiyyo hoe! doc be keepin a dope show like marilyn\nManson the handgun be stashed in the panelling\nJersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget\nDiggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic\n(don't nobody move) don't nobody start flinchin\nLimo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!\n\nwho them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?\nGettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah\nwell who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?\n(get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo\nis funk doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo\nhot nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)\nbricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo\nmad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)\n\nYo tical's and doc, did it before, i'll do it again\nSnatch spark to the ignition, i'm screwin it in\n(aiyyo we out!) six drop in ten seconds, what?\nI'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception\nB-boys gather around and act p-noid\nBring the trouble t-roy, to earlobes, keyloid\n(terminator 2) doc after sarah conn'\nFor the barrel bonds (am i on?) tical, you're on\n\nUhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on\nUh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on\n\nGot these slim pickins on my charles dickens, i pack a mac\nTo make your back stiffen, flip the script i act different\nThe eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen\nBitchin over shit you ain't gettin\nSo finally, puttin in work, the big hurt\nMc, with a social disease, and get it first\nEnemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger\nRemember me? (the field nigga!)\nToo ghetto fabulous, rza. sharp, and hazardous\nFigure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor\nSpeed like a millipede (hot nix-on)\nContemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves\nParagraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)\nShowin you the pain i feel from holdin these\nBlack thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays\nThey come with batteries included, in wicked ways\n\nwho them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?\nGettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah\nwell who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?\n(get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo\nis funk diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo\nmeth diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)\nbricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo\nmad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)\n\nCha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...\n* fades in and out before end *","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Well All Rite Cha (explicit)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: I'll Bee Dat!\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Featuring method man\n\n  Hydro... indo... (buddha!)\n  Hah... cocoa... yo ya ya yo!\n  I need some brown weed (lady) all day\n  I need some brown weed (jenny)\n  I need some cut (lady lady)\n\n  Now these doors don't open til after dark\n  And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts\n  (yo me and my crew had to be in by ten\n  Right before the fun was about to begin)\n  Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws tryin to taste the\n  Paper written, kids be bullshittin, i see they flaws\n  Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause\n  Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest\n  Criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz\n  Find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy\n  So i gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks\n  That can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*\n\n  Yo, yo! yo son excuse me?\n  (yo) i'm tryin to earn a million buck or two\n  The ill mc step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)\n  Doc start walkin bumpin m.o.p.\n  To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three\n  (da ruckus!) with the mic i blast men on sight\n  So off the hook atlantic bell had to go on strike\n  Doc did it, metaphors come amg kitted\n  20/20 vision, comes tinted! from being so high.\n  (so high.) so high. so high.\n\n  Air it out\n  Iron lung i be the street soldier, ante up\n  Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut\n  Slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck\n  Like them wild-cats at villanova, hot as fuck!\n  Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller\n  Of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola\n  Caps grab your hoodie hat, island of stat'\n  Keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather\n\n  Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how i left your eye\n  Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked f.o.i.\n  Aiyyo hoe! doc be keepin a dope show like marilyn\n  Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling\n  Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget\n  Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic\n  (don't nobody move) don't nobody start flinchin\n  Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!\n\n  who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?\n  Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah\n  well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?\n  (get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  is funk doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  hot nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)\n  bricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)\n\n  Yo tical's and doc, did it before, i'll do it again\n  Snatch spark to the ignition, i'm screwin it in\n  (aiyyo we out!) six drop in ten seconds, what?\n  I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception\n  B-boys gather around and act p-noid\n  Bring the trouble t-roy, to earlobes, keyloid\n  (terminator 2) doc after sarah conn'\n  For the barrel bonds (am i on?) tical, you're on\n\n  Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on\n  Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on\n\n  Got these slim pickins on my charles dickens, i pack a mac\n  To make your back stiffen, flip the script i act different\n  The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen\n  Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin\n  So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt\n  Mc, with a social disease, and get it first\n  Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger\n  Remember me? (the field nigga!)\n  Too ghetto fabulous, rza. sharp, and hazardous\n  Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor\n  Speed like a millipede (hot nix-on)\n  Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves\n  Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)\n  Showin you the pain i feel from holdin these\n  Black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays\n  They come with batteries included, in wicked ways\n\n  who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?\n  Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah\n  well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?\n  (get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  is funk diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  meth diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)\n  bricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)\n\n  Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...\n  * fades in and out before end *\n"},{"id":29300940,"name":"Well All Rite Cha (explicit)","trackName":"Well All Rite Cha (explicit)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"I'll Bee Dat!","duration":255.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Featuring method man\n\nHydro... indo... (buddha!)\nHah... cocoa... yo ya ya yo!\nI need some brown weed (lady) all day\nI need some brown weed (jenny)\nI need some cut (lady lady)\n\nNow these doors don't open til after dark\nAnd it ain't til 12 til the party really starts\n(yo me and my crew had to be in by ten\nRight before the fun was about to begin)\nYo yo one bitten jabberjaws tryin to taste the\nPaper written, kids be bullshittin, i see they flaws\nToo many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause\nThem broads love my shitty drawers, the finest\nCriminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz\nFind it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy\nSo i gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks\nThat can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*\n\nYo, yo! yo son excuse me?\n(yo) i'm tryin to earn a million buck or two\nThe ill mc step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)\nDoc start walkin bumpin m.o.p.\nTo catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three\n(da ruckus!) with the mic i blast men on sight\nSo off the hook atlantic bell had to go on strike\nDoc did it, metaphors come amg kitted\n20/20 vision, comes tinted! from being so high.\n(so high.) so high. so high.\n\nAir it out\nIron lung i be the street soldier, ante up\nPull them panties up, party's over, in the cut\nSlappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck\nLike them wild-cats at villanova, hot as fuck!\nDuke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller\nOf the universe, stole-a, colder than cola\nCaps grab your hoodie hat, island of stat'\nKeep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather\n\nGats, right hook, uppercut swollen how i left your eye\nStage dived, made a mistake, kicked f.o.i.\nAiyyo hoe! doc be keepin a dope show like marilyn\nManson the handgun be stashed in the panelling\nJersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget\nDiggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic\n(don't nobody move) don't nobody start flinchin\nLimo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!\n\nwho them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?\nGettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah\nwell who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?\n(get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo\nis funk doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo\nhot nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)\nbricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo\nmad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)\n\nYo tical's and doc, did it before, i'll do it again\nSnatch spark to the ignition, i'm screwin it in\n(aiyyo we out!) six drop in ten seconds, what?\nI'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception\nB-boys gather around and act p-noid\nBring the trouble t-roy, to earlobes, keyloid\n(terminator 2) doc after sarah conn'\nFor the barrel bonds (am i on?) tical, you're on\n\nUhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on\nUh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on\n\nGot these slim pickins on my charles dickens, i pack a mac\nTo make your back stiffen, flip the script i act different\nThe eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen\nBitchin over shit you ain't gettin\nSo finally, puttin in work, the big hurt\nMc, with a social disease, and get it first\nEnemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger\nRemember me? (the field nigga!)\nToo ghetto fabulous, rza. sharp, and hazardous\nFigure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor\nSpeed like a millipede (hot nix-on)\nContemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves\nParagraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)\nShowin you the pain i feel from holdin these\nBlack thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays\nThey come with batteries included, in wicked ways\n\nwho them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?\nGettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah\nwell who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?\n(get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo\nis funk diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo\nmeth diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)\nbricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo\nmad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)\n\nCha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...\n* fades in and out before end *","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Well All Rite Cha (explicit)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: I'll Bee Dat!\n  duration_ms: 255000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Featuring method man\n\n  Hydro... indo... (buddha!)\n  Hah... cocoa... yo ya ya yo!\n  I need some brown weed (lady) all day\n  I need some brown weed (jenny)\n  I need some cut (lady lady)\n\n  Now these doors don't open til after dark\n  And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts\n  (yo me and my crew had to be in by ten\n  Right before the fun was about to begin)\n  Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws tryin to taste the\n  Paper written, kids be bullshittin, i see they flaws\n  Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause\n  Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest\n  Criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz\n  Find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy\n  So i gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks\n  That can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*\n\n  Yo, yo! yo son excuse me?\n  (yo) i'm tryin to earn a million buck or two\n  The ill mc step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)\n  Doc start walkin bumpin m.o.p.\n  To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three\n  (da ruckus!) with the mic i blast men on sight\n  So off the hook atlantic bell had to go on strike\n  Doc did it, metaphors come amg kitted\n  20/20 vision, comes tinted! from being so high.\n  (so high.) so high. so high.\n\n  Air it out\n  Iron lung i be the street soldier, ante up\n  Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut\n  Slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck\n  Like them wild-cats at villanova, hot as fuck!\n  Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller\n  Of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola\n  Caps grab your hoodie hat, island of stat'\n  Keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather\n\n  Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how i left your eye\n  Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked f.o.i.\n  Aiyyo hoe! doc be keepin a dope show like marilyn\n  Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling\n  Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget\n  Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic\n  (don't nobody move) don't nobody start flinchin\n  Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!\n\n  who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?\n  Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah\n  well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?\n  (get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  is funk doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  hot nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)\n  bricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)\n\n  Yo tical's and doc, did it before, i'll do it again\n  Snatch spark to the ignition, i'm screwin it in\n  (aiyyo we out!) six drop in ten seconds, what?\n  I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception\n  B-boys gather around and act p-noid\n  Bring the trouble t-roy, to earlobes, keyloid\n  (terminator 2) doc after sarah conn'\n  For the barrel bonds (am i on?) tical, you're on\n\n  Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on\n  Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on\n\n  Got these slim pickins on my charles dickens, i pack a mac\n  To make your back stiffen, flip the script i act different\n  The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen\n  Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin\n  So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt\n  Mc, with a social disease, and get it first\n  Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger\n  Remember me? (the field nigga!)\n  Too ghetto fabulous, rza. sharp, and hazardous\n  Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor\n  Speed like a millipede (hot nix-on)\n  Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves\n  Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)\n  Showin you the pain i feel from holdin these\n  Black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays\n  They come with batteries included, in wicked ways\n\n  who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?\n  Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah\n  well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?\n  (get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  is funk diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  meth diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)\n  bricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo\n  mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)\n\n  Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...\n  * fades in and out before end *\n"},{"id":5221657,"name":"I'll Bee Dat","trackName":"I'll Bee Dat","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Best Of","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, fuck you!\nYo, y-yo\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\nYo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\nYo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nHey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\nLet the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\nThey heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\nYeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\nYo. yo yo, yo, yo\nZim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nThrow your triple beam up, this is fish scale\nI bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\nMy slang be high range Brick City\nWatch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\nAll you hear is bang bang bang bang!\nYo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\nIt's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\nWalk through the woods then stomp on your foot\nWith high, I take out any comp in the hood\nGorilla impact in this rap habitat\nGet you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\nYou cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. 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Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. 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Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. 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Bounce!\n[01:03.70] I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n[01:06.76] In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n[01:08.87] My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n[01:10.51] Cause every time I walk by\n[01:11.98] Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n[01:13.85] I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n[01:18.41] My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n[01:20.33] Cause every time I'm in a car\n[01:21.61] Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n[01:23.57] I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n[01:27.29] Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n[01:28.39] I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n[01:30.79] Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n[01:33.02] Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n[01:35.43] Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n[01:38.68] Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n[01:41.05] Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n[01:43.54] Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n[01:45.80] Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n[01:48.39] I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n[01:50.92] You be on Banned From TV Part III\n[01:53.18] In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n[01:55.65] You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n[01:58.22] But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n[02:01.01] Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n[02:03.02] Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n[02:05.59] Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n[02:07.97] Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n[02:10.25] Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n[02:12.84] (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n[02:15.12] Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n[02:17.75] My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n[02:20.40] Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n[02:23.48] Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n[02:25.36] That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n[02:28.49] Fuck you\n[02:29.14] Cause every time am in the hood\n[02:30.48] Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n[02:32.22] I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n[02:37.05] My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n[02:38.96] Cause every time I'm in a car\n[02:40.31] Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n[02:42.15] I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n[02:47.45] Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n[02:53.03] Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n[02:56.18] Yo, yo\n[02:56.94] If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n[02:59.59] It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n[03:02.12] World rap biller, push a big Benz\n[03:04.34] With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n[03:07.18] I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n[03:09.45] On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n[03:12.03] Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n[03:14.43] I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n[03:16.98] I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n[03:19.35] Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n[03:21.95] Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n[03:24.17] (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n[03:26.52] My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n[03:28.11] Cause every time am in the hood\n[03:29.41] Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n[03:31.74] I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n[03:36.06] My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n[03:37.82] Cause every time I'm in a car\n[03:39.22] Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n[03:41.13] I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n[03:45.81] My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n[03:47.77] Cause every time am in the hood\n[03:49.32] Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n[03:50.93] I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n[03:55.73] My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n[03:57.58] Cause every time I'm in a car\n[03:59.05] Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n[04:00.89] I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n[04:08.14] F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n[04:08.79] (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n[04:11.17] Yea yea yea yea yea\n[04:12.58] It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n[04:15.68] I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n[04:18.00] It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n[04:20.93] All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n[04:22.97] Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n[04:25.26] And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n[04:29.16] I'll be dere, heh. 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Yo!\n  start_ms: 255680\n  end_ms: 258000\n- text: It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  start_ms: 258000\n  end_ms: 260930\n- text: All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  start_ms: 260930\n  end_ms: 262970\n- text: Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  start_ms: 262970\n  end_ms: 265260\n- text: And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  start_ms: 265260\n  end_ms: 269160\n- text: I'll be dere, heh. 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Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. 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Yo (fuck you)\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggas strap the Timb's up\nGet out the puffy coats and all of that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be there, ha\nI'll be dat","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.04] Yo, fuck you\n[00:02.31] Yo, yo, fuck you\n[00:04.85] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n[00:07.36] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n[00:09.00] Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n[00:12.32] Jack moves that's how we act when we team up\n[00:14.22] (Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)\n[00:18.17] (Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)\n[00:21.34] (They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass, motherfucker\")\n[00:24.76] (Puff puff pass, motherfucker)\n[00:26.40] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[00:29.50] Sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n[00:32.10] Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n[00:34.57] Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n[00:36.86] I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n[00:39.45] My slang be high range Brick City\n[00:41.92] Watch how you sniff, son, I'm highly octane\n[00:44.35] All you hear is bang, bang (bang, bang)\n[00:46.39] Yo, remember you, bitch? 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Yo (fuck you)\n[04:17.83] It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n[04:20.44] All my niggas strap the Timb's up\n[04:22.76] Get out the puffy coats and all of that\n[04:24.85] And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n[04:28.88] I'll be there, ha\n[04:30.23] I'll be dat","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Bee Dat!\n  artist: Redman\n  album: The Source Hip-Hop Music Awards 1999\n  duration_ms: 272000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, fuck you\n  start_ms: 1040\n  end_ms: 2310\n- text: Yo, yo, fuck you\n  start_ms: 2310\n  end_ms: 4850\n- text: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n  start_ms: 4850\n  end_ms: 7360\n- text: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n  start_ms: 7360\n  end_ms: 9000\n- text: Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n  start_ms: 9000\n  end_ms: 12320\n- text: Jack moves that's how we act when we team up\n  start_ms: 12320\n  end_ms: 14220\n- text: (Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)\n  start_ms: 14220\n  end_ms: 18170\n- text: (Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)\n  start_ms: 18170\n  end_ms: 21340\n- text: (They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass, motherfucker\")\n  start_ms: 21340\n  end_ms: 24760\n- text: (Puff puff pass, motherfucker)\n  start_ms: 24760\n  end_ms: 26400\n- text: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  start_ms: 26400\n  end_ms: 29500\n- text: Sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n  start_ms: 29500\n  end_ms: 32100\n- text: Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  start_ms: 32100\n  end_ms: 34570\n- text: Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  start_ms: 34570\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 39450\n- text: My slang be high range Brick City\n  start_ms: 39450\n  end_ms: 41920\n- text: Watch how you sniff, son, I'm highly octane\n  start_ms: 41920\n  end_ms: 44350\n- text: All you hear is bang, bang (bang, bang)\n  start_ms: 44350\n  end_ms: 46390\n- text: Yo, remember you, bitch? 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Yo (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 255310\n  end_ms: 257830\n- text: It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  start_ms: 257830\n  end_ms: 260440\n- text: All my niggas strap the Timb's up\n  start_ms: 260440\n  end_ms: 262760\n- text: Get out the puffy coats and all of that\n  start_ms: 262760\n  end_ms: 264850\n- text: And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  start_ms: 264850\n  end_ms: 268880\n- text: I'll be there, ha\n  start_ms: 268880\n  end_ms: 270230\n- text: I'll be dat\n  start_ms: 270230\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you\n  Yo, yo, fuck you\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n  Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n  Jack moves that's how we act when we team up\n  (Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)\n  (Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)\n  (They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass, motherfucker\")\n  (Puff puff pass, motherfucker)\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  Sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff, son, I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang, bang (bang, bang)\n  Yo, remember you, bitch? Shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nothin' else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp' in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin' in your Air Max, bounce\n  You cockin' it back but where it at? Bounce\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n  My middle name must be, \"Fuck You\"\n  'Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggas be like, \"Fuck you\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be, \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  'Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (yo, yo, yo)\n  I heard the party going on in there, yeah\n  Well, let me shake my stankin' ass in there, yeah\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barking\n  Haters played it back, I stay in front lay handicapped parking\n  Startin' arsons from Jers' to Arkan'\n  Saw me coughing out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens, 'fore end up gettin' salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like D&D, fuckin' wit' D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass, son, you weigh 'bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique\n  Two hundred and thirty four pounds total when I'm carryin' the heat\n  Not platinum more wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga that disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rocking the ice\n  Give it to the projects, gonna rob him tonight\n  (Why you acting like that?)\n  The weed made me do it\n  Devils advocate hot, it take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs Duane Reade couldn't breed\n  Drive me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redbones I'm bonin', MC's be clonin'\n  That's before Doc stretch up and mornin' yawnin'\n  My middle name must be, \"Fuck You\"\n  'Cause every time I'm in the hood\n  Niggas be like, \"Fuck you\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be, \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  'Cause every time I'm in my car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (I'll be that), I'll be dat (I'll be that)\n  Niggas and you bitches (ow)\n  Puff, puff, give (haha)\n  Niggas and you bitches (ow)\n  Puff, puff, give\n  Yo yo, if you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's 4AM, I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With the chicken head, drawers hangin' from my antenna\n  I'll be goddamned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business (uh-huh)\n  The nine with swiftness (uh-huh)\n  I pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a everyday nigga like a Toyota\n  Your A&R hope you don't drop the same quarter\n  Wrapped the puta in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi)\n  So haul ass back to Utah\n  My middle name must be, \"Fuck You\"\n  'Cause every time I'm in the hood\n  Niggas be like, \"Fuck you\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be, \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  'Cause every time I'm in the car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My middle name must be, \"Fuck You\"\n  'Cause every time I'm in the hood\n  Niggas be like, \"Fuck you\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be, \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  'Cause every time I'm in my car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (fuck you)\n  (Fuck you)\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all Radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll be dat, ya heard? Yo (fuck you)\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggas strap the Timb's up\n  Get out the puffy coats and all of that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be there, ha\n  I'll be dat\n"},{"id":19821643,"name":"I'll Bee Dat!","trackName":"I'll Bee Dat!","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Doc's da Name 2000","duration":267.818957,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, fuck you!\nYo, y-yo\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\nYo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\nYo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nHey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\nLet the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\nThey heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\nYeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\nYo. yo yo, yo, yo\nZim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nThrow your triple beam up, this is fish scale\nI bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\nMy slang be high range Brick City\nWatch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\nAll you hear is bang bang bang bang!\nYo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\nIt's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\nWalk through the woods then stomp on your foot\nWith high, I take out any comp in the hood\nGorilla impact in this rap habitat\nGet you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\nYou cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Bee Dat!\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Doc's da Name 2000\n  duration_ms: 267819\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you!\n  Yo, y-yo\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\n  Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\n  Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\n  Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\n  They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n  Yeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\n  Yo. yo yo, yo, yo\n  Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang bang bang bang!\n  Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\n  You cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!\n"},{"id":21279505,"name":"I'll Bee Dat","trackName":"I'll Bee Dat","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Doc's Da Name 2000","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, fuck you!\nYo, y-yo\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\nYo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\nYo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nHey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\nLet the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\nThey heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\nYeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\nYo. yo yo, yo, yo\nZim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nThrow your triple beam up, this is fish scale\nI bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\nMy slang be high range Brick City\nWatch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\nAll you hear is bang bang bang bang!\nYo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\nIt's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\nWalk through the woods then stomp on your foot\nWith high, I take out any comp in the hood\nGorilla impact in this rap habitat\nGet you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\nYou cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Bee Dat\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Doc's Da Name 2000\n  duration_ms: 235000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you!\n  Yo, y-yo\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\n  Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\n  Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\n  Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\n  They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n  Yeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\n  Yo. yo yo, yo, yo\n  Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang bang bang bang!\n  Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\n  You cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!\n"},{"id":19936220,"name":"Ill Bee Dat","trackName":"Ill Bee Dat","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Non-Album","duration":234.84,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, fuck you!\nYo, y-yo\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\nYo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\nYo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nHey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\nLet the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\nThey heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\nYeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\nYo. yo yo, yo, yo\nZim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nThrow your triple beam up, this is fish scale\nI bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\nMy slang be high range Brick City\nWatch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\nAll you hear is bang bang bang bang!\nYo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\nIt's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\nWalk through the woods then stomp on your foot\nWith high, I take out any comp in the hood\nGorilla impact in this rap habitat\nGet you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\nYou cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ill Bee Dat\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Non-Album\n  duration_ms: 234840\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you!\n  Yo, y-yo\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\n  Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\n  Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\n  Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\n  They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n  Yeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\n  Yo. yo yo, yo, yo\n  Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang bang bang bang!\n  Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\n  You cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. 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Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Bee Dat!\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Icon\n  duration_ms: 225000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you!\n  Yo, y-yo\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\n  Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\n  Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\n  Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\n  They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n  Yeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\n  Yo. yo yo, yo, yo\n  Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang bang bang bang!\n  Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\n  You cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!\n"},{"id":24186126,"name":"I'll Bee Dat!","trackName":"I'll Bee Dat!","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Icon","duration":270.7635,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, fuck you!\nYo, y-yo\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\nYo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\nYo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nHey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\nLet the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\nThey heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\nYeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\nYo. yo yo, yo, yo\nZim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nThrow your triple beam up, this is fish scale\nI bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\nMy slang be high range Brick City\nWatch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\nAll you hear is bang bang bang bang!\nYo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\nIt's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\nWalk through the woods then stomp on your foot\nWith high, I take out any comp in the hood\nGorilla impact in this rap habitat\nGet you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\nYou cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Bee Dat!\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Icon\n  duration_ms: 270764\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you!\n  Yo, y-yo\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\n  Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\n  Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\n  Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\n  They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n  Yeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\n  Yo. yo yo, yo, yo\n  Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang bang bang bang!\n  Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\n  You cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!\n"},{"id":24009801,"name":"I'll Bee Dat!","trackName":"I'll Bee Dat!","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Fluxblog 1998 Survey","duration":271.11619,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, fuck you!\nYo, y-yo\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\nYo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\nYo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nHey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\nLet the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\nThey heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\nYeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\nYo. yo yo, yo, yo\nZim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nThrow your triple beam up, this is fish scale\nI bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\nMy slang be high range Brick City\nWatch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\nAll you hear is bang bang bang bang!\nYo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\nIt's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\nWalk through the woods then stomp on your foot\nWith high, I take out any comp in the hood\nGorilla impact in this rap habitat\nGet you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\nYou cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Bee Dat!\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Fluxblog 1998 Survey\n  duration_ms: 271116\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you!\n  Yo, y-yo\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\n  Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\n  Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\n  Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\n  They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n  Yeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\n  Yo. yo yo, yo, yo\n  Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang bang bang bang!\n  Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\n  You cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. 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Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Bee Dat\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Best Of\n  duration_ms: 271547\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you!\n  Yo, y-yo\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\n  Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\n  Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\n  Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\n  They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n  Yeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\n  Yo. yo yo, yo, yo\n  Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang bang bang bang!\n  Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\n  You cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!\n"},{"id":22006835,"name":"I'll Bee Dat!","trackName":"I'll Bee Dat!","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Doc's Da Name","duration":270.672083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, fuck you!\nYo, y-yo\nYo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\nYo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\nYo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nHey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\nLet the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\nThey heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\nYeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\nYo. yo yo, yo, yo\nZim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\nJack move, that's how we act when we team up\nThrow your triple beam up, this is fish scale\nI bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\nMy slang be high range Brick City\nWatch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\nAll you hear is bang bang bang bang!\nYo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\nIt's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\nWalk through the woods then stomp on your foot\nWith high, I take out any comp in the hood\nGorilla impact in this rap habitat\nGet you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\nYou cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Bee Dat!\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Doc's Da Name\n  duration_ms: 270672\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you!\n  Yo, y-yo\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\n  Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\n  Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\n  Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\n  They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n  Yeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\n  Yo. yo yo, yo, yo\n  Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang bang bang bang!\n  Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\n  You cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. 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Bounce!\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time I walk by\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nYo nigga, yo yo nigga\nI heard the party goin on in there - yeah\nWell let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\nHaters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\nStartin arsons from, Jerz to\nArkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\nI'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\nPounds total when I'm carryin the heat\nNot platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\nGive it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\nDevil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\nDry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\nThat's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\nFuck you\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\nNiggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\nYo, yo\nIf you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\nI'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business, the nine with swiftness\nI'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\nYour A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\nWrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nMy middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\nCause every time am in the hood\nNiggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\nCause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\nF-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n(Big Tigga from Rap City)\nYea yea yea yea yea\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggaz strap the Timbs up\nGet out the puffy coats and alla that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be dere, heh. I'll Be Dat!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Ill bee dat\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Where Is Reggie Noble??\n  duration_ms: 152764\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you!\n  Yo, y-yo\n  Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!\n  Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!\n  Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga\n  Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga\n  They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n  Yeah, \"Puff puff pass motherfucker\"\n\n  Yo. yo yo, yo, yo\n  Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang bang bang bang!\n  Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin in your Air Max - bounce!\n  You cockin it back but where dat? Bounce!\n  I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\n  In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time I walk by\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Yo nigga, yo yo nigga\n  I heard the party goin on in there - yeah\n  Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!\n  Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf!)\n  Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin\n  Startin arsons from, Jerz to\n  Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment\n  Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up\n  Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella\n  I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D\n  You be on Banned From TV Part III\n  In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\n  You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck\n  But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'\n  Pounds total when I'm carryin the heat\n  Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets\n  Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth\n  Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice\n  Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night\n  (Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it\n  Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it\n  My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe\n  Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\n  Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin\n  That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!\n\n  Fuck you\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n  Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give\n\n  Yo, yo\n  If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\n  It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a\n  World rap biller, push a big Benz\n  With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna\n  I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine\n  On foot, shit, put rollerblades on\n  Mind your business, the nine with swiftness\n  I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\n  I'm a \"Everyday Nigga\" like I'm Toyota\n  Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta\n  Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply\n  (Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  My middle name must be \"Fuck You\"\n  Cause every time am in the hood\n  Niggaz be like, \"f-u-uuuck you!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  My first name must be \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  Cause every time I'm in a car\n  Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit!\"\n  I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n\n  F-u-uuuuck youuuu!\n\n  (Big Tigga from Rap City)\n  Yea yea yea yea yea\n  It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggaz strap the Timbs up\n  Get out the puffy coats and alla that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be dere, heh. 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Shit, I forget my last name\nIt's all about game, nothin' else, for delf\nWalk through the woods then stomp on your foot\nWith high, I take out any comp' in the hood\nGorilla impact in this rap habitat\nGet you steppin' in your Air Max, bounce\nYou cockin' it back but where it at? Bounce\nI got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels\nIn two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back\nMy middle name must be, \"Fuck You\"\n'Cause every time I walk by\nNiggas be like, \"Fuck you\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be, \"He Ain't Shit\"\n'Cause every time I'm in a car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (yo, yo, yo)\nI heard the party going on in there, yeah\nWell, let me shake my stankin' ass in there, yeah\nSoon as I walk in, dogs are barking\nHaters played it back, I stay in front lay handicapped parking\nStartin' arsons from Jers' to Arkan'\nSaw me coughing out that dread apartment\nRoll up to the jam with the front end bent up\nWatch them chickens, 'fore end up gettin' salmonella\nI'm ghetto like D&D, fuckin' wit' D\nYou be on Banned From TV Part III\nIn a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup\nYou're light in the ass, son, you weigh 'bout a buck\nBut I'm one-ninety physique\nTwo hundred and thirty four pounds total when I'm carryin' the heat\nNot platinum more wax but, platinum in the streets\nAny nigga that disagree, smack him in the teeth\nThen I bag his little piece, rocking the ice\nGive it to the projects, gonna rob him tonight\n(Why you acting like that?)\nThe weed made me do it\nDevils advocate hot, it take days to do it\nMy crew do drugs Duane Reade couldn't breed\nDrive me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys\nRedbones I'm bonin', MC's be clonin'\nThat's before Doc stretch up and mornin' yawnin'\nMy middle name must be, \"Fuck You\"\n'Cause every time I'm in the hood\nNiggas be like, \"Fuck you\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be, \"He Ain't Shit\"\n'Cause every time I'm in my car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (I'll be that), I'll be dat (I'll be that)\nNiggas and you bitches (ow)\nPuff, puff, give (haha)\nNiggas and you bitches (ow)\nPuff, puff, give\nYo yo, if you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla\nIt's 4AM, I'm off a tab and still a\nWorld rap biller, push a big Benz\nWith the chicken head, drawers hangin' from my antenna\nI'll be goddamned if a nigga take mine\nOn foot, shit, put rollerblades on\nMind your business (uh-huh)\nThe nine with swiftness (uh-huh)\nI pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness\nI'm a everyday nigga like a Toyota\nYour A&R hope you don't drop the same quarter\nWrapped the puta in a Hefty Two-Ply\n(Yo he ain't from Chi)\nSo haul ass back to Utah\nMy middle name must be, \"Fuck You\"\n'Cause every time I'm in the hood\nNiggas be like, \"Fuck you\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be, \"He Ain't Shit\"\n'Cause every time I'm in the car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy middle name must be, \"Fuck You\"\n'Cause every time I'm in the hood\nNiggas be like, \"Fuck you\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\nMy first name must be, \"He Ain't Shit\"\n'Cause every time I'm in my car\nBitches be like, \"He ain't shit\"\nI'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (fuck you)\n(Fuck you)\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\nIt's W Fuck All Y'all Radio, ya man Big Tigga\nI'll be dat, ya heard? Yo (fuck you)\nIt's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\nAll my niggas strap the Timb's up\nGet out the puffy coats and all of that\nAnd I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\nI'll be there, ha\nI'll be dat","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.04] Yo, fuck you\n[00:02.31] Yo, yo, fuck you\n[00:04.85] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n[00:07.36] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n[00:09.00] Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n[00:12.32] Jack moves that's how we act when we team up\n[00:14.22] (Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)\n[00:18.17] (Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)\n[00:21.34] (They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass, motherfucker\")\n[00:24.76] (Puff puff pass, motherfucker)\n[00:26.40] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n[00:29.50] Sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n[00:32.10] Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n[00:34.57] Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n[00:36.86] I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n[00:39.45] My slang be high range Brick City\n[00:41.92] Watch how you sniff, son, I'm highly octane\n[00:44.35] All you hear is bang, bang (bang, bang)\n[00:46.39] Yo, remember you, bitch? Shit, I forget my last name\n[00:49.15] It's all about game, nothin' else, for delf\n[00:51.86] Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n[00:54.27] With high, I take out any comp' in the hood\n[00:56.66] Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n[00:58.95] Get you steppin' in your Air Max, bounce\n[01:01.33] You cockin' it back but where it at? 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Yo (fuck you)\n[04:17.83] It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n[04:20.44] All my niggas strap the Timb's up\n[04:22.76] Get out the puffy coats and all of that\n[04:24.85] And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n[04:28.88] I'll be there, ha\n[04:30.23] I'll be dat","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'll Bee Dat\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Doc's Da Name 2000\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, fuck you\n  start_ms: 1040\n  end_ms: 2310\n- text: Yo, yo, fuck you\n  start_ms: 2310\n  end_ms: 4850\n- text: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n  start_ms: 4850\n  end_ms: 7360\n- text: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n  start_ms: 7360\n  end_ms: 9000\n- text: Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n  start_ms: 9000\n  end_ms: 12320\n- text: Jack moves that's how we act when we team up\n  start_ms: 12320\n  end_ms: 14220\n- text: (Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)\n  start_ms: 14220\n  end_ms: 18170\n- text: (Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)\n  start_ms: 18170\n  end_ms: 21340\n- text: (They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass, motherfucker\")\n  start_ms: 21340\n  end_ms: 24760\n- text: (Puff puff pass, motherfucker)\n  start_ms: 24760\n  end_ms: 26400\n- text: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  start_ms: 26400\n  end_ms: 29500\n- text: Sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n  start_ms: 29500\n  end_ms: 32100\n- text: Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  start_ms: 32100\n  end_ms: 34570\n- text: Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  start_ms: 34570\n  end_ms: 36860\n- text: I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  start_ms: 36860\n  end_ms: 39450\n- text: My slang be high range Brick City\n  start_ms: 39450\n  end_ms: 41920\n- text: Watch how you sniff, son, I'm highly octane\n  start_ms: 41920\n  end_ms: 44350\n- text: All you hear is bang, bang (bang, bang)\n  start_ms: 44350\n  end_ms: 46390\n- text: Yo, remember you, bitch? 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I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  start_ms: 220950\n  end_ms: 225880\n- text: My middle name must be, \"Fuck You\"\n  start_ms: 225880\n  end_ms: 227700\n- text: '''Cause every time I''m in the hood'\n  start_ms: 227700\n  end_ms: 229010\n- text: Niggas be like, \"Fuck you\"\n  start_ms: 229010\n  end_ms: 230760\n- text: I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat\n  start_ms: 230760\n  end_ms: 235540\n- text: My first name must be, \"He Ain't Shit\"\n  start_ms: 235540\n  end_ms: 237500\n- text: '''Cause every time I''m in my car'\n  start_ms: 237500\n  end_ms: 238870\n- text: Bitches be like, \"He ain't shit\"\n  start_ms: 238870\n  end_ms: 240640\n- text: I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 240640\n  end_ms: 247220\n- text: (Fuck you)\n  start_ms: 247220\n  end_ms: 250590\n- text: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\n  start_ms: 250590\n  end_ms: 252300\n- text: It's W Fuck All Y'all Radio, ya man Big Tigga\n  start_ms: 252300\n  end_ms: 255310\n- 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Yo (fuck you)\n  start_ms: 255310\n  end_ms: 257830\n- text: It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  start_ms: 257830\n  end_ms: 260440\n- text: All my niggas strap the Timb's up\n  start_ms: 260440\n  end_ms: 262760\n- text: Get out the puffy coats and all of that\n  start_ms: 262760\n  end_ms: 264850\n- text: And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  start_ms: 264850\n  end_ms: 268880\n- text: I'll be there, ha\n  start_ms: 268880\n  end_ms: 270230\n- text: I'll be dat\n  start_ms: 270230\nplain: |-\n  Yo, fuck you\n  Yo, yo, fuck you\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo fuck you\n  Yo, sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n  Jack moves that's how we act when we team up\n  (Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill out, nigga)\n  (Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga)\n  (They heard what that nigga say, \"Puff puff pass, motherfucker\")\n  (Puff puff pass, motherfucker)\n  Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  Sim simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?\n  Jack move, that's how we act when we team up\n  Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale\n  I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills\n  My slang be high range Brick City\n  Watch how you sniff, son, I'm highly octane\n  All you hear is bang, bang (bang, bang)\n  Yo, remember you, bitch? Shit, I forget my last name\n  It's all about game, nothin' else, for delf\n  Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot\n  With high, I take out any comp' in the hood\n  Gorilla impact in this rap habitat\n  Get you steppin' in your Air Max, bounce\n  You cockin' it back but where it at? 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Yo (fuck you)\n  It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C\n  All my niggas strap the Timb's up\n  Get out the puffy coats and all of that\n  And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later\n  I'll be there, ha\n  I'll be dat\n"}]