Diamond D, The Psychotic Neurotics - Freestyle (Yo, That’s That Shit) lyrics
[Diamond D, The Psychotic Neurotics - Freestyle Yo, That’s That Shit lyrics]
Ayo wait a minute (Yo that's that shit)
Ayo turn it up (Yo that's that shit)
Yo could you fix the station?
(Yo that's that shit)
Yo watch him fuck it up
(Yo that's that shit)
Awww shit, I got your head bobbin'
Ain't no stoppin' cause the
Shit that I'm poppin'
Is from the heart so you know that I'm real
So you can relax cause I'm signed and sealed
Know a lot of faces in this rap shit
Always got a buck cause I
Don't make wack shit
Yeah, yeah, you either like it or you don't
The sounds all natural and in fact you will
Stand in awe and watch a brother catch wreck
My credit is good and I never bounced a check
But, if my funds run low
And my shit get's critical
I'm off to the chemical
Got to give a shout to the Large Professor
Thought I lost his number but I
Left it on my dresser
On and on and on like the Mississippi
Not on a gangster tip ayo I'm not a hippie
I'm just an ordinary (nary)
Brother who is very (very)
Dedicated to real rap so don't
Compare me to another brother
'Cause, I'm the type that'll smother
A wack MC, his DJ or any other
Member of your crew, not a thing you can do
Gotta say peace to Infinite Kendu
Showbiz, Fat Joe, Pumba, and Apache
Nobody can match me
And yo you couldn't catch me
In a new pair of British
With the thick rubber sole
But, I won't flinch, cause I got soul
And I bring joy just like Anita Baker
If the girl doesn't like to smile
You need to take her
To a Diamond D show, cause I bring joy
To men, women, girls, boys
Jews, Gentiles, Catholics, Protestants
Step to Diamond D it'll be your abolishment
I'm givin' hand shakes for you
And your man's sake
'Cause, I write rhymes so much
That my hand's ache
It's '92 so what you gonna do?
Barbecue or buggalo? Yeah
Ayo wait a minute (Yo that's that shit)
Yo could turn it up (Yo that's that shit)
Ayo fix the station? (Yo that's that shit)
Yo watch him fuck it up
(Yo that's that shit)
Damn I can't, damn I can't
Damn I can't wait to make my next LP
Exhume new lyrics, become more wealthy
I'll never play myself 'cause
I don't play games
Know a lot of peeps but I say no names
And my man Show with
We hunt down beats just like my
Search for blood on the late night flick
Labels used to front but now they on the
So listen to the rhythm, the vibe is true
Cause like Quaker Oat's it's the
Right thing to do
I go on and on to the kick drum
I got oodles and oodles so yo come get some
I won't sweat it
Cause now my respect's known
While you're home, suckin' on a neck bone
Tell the girls that you're livin' fat
But that you're only eatin' chicken backs
Yo I'm kickin' facts
So don't front pal, just fine tunin'
Peace to the JB's and The Flavor Unit
Pete Rock & CL i stay on the DL
You'll never see Diamond snackin' on J-E-L
L-O, oh hell no so make like Lloyd Lindsey
Young and say hello
People underestimate even though the
Best they make
Sounds like a big pile of shhh
(sounds like a big pile of)
But, I'm not the type to go out like a dimple
A brother like D makes hit's peace
Yeah, goin' out to Forrest Projects
And my man Fly La at the Co-Op City
Yeah and I'm out like a trout
Ayo turn it up (Yo that's that shit)
Yo could you fix the station?
(Yo that's that shit)
Yo watch him fuck it up
(Yo that's that shit)
Awww shit, I got your head bobbin'
Ain't no stoppin' cause the
Shit that I'm poppin'
Is from the heart so you know that I'm real
So you can relax cause I'm signed and sealed
Know a lot of faces in this rap shit
Always got a buck cause I
Don't make wack shit
Yeah, yeah, you either like it or you don't
The sounds all natural and in fact you will
Stand in awe and watch a brother catch wreck
My credit is good and I never bounced a check
But, if my funds run low
And my shit get's critical
I'm off to the chemical
Got to give a shout to the Large Professor
Thought I lost his number but I
Left it on my dresser
On and on and on like the Mississippi
Not on a gangster tip ayo I'm not a hippie
I'm just an ordinary (nary)
Brother who is very (very)
Dedicated to real rap so don't
Compare me to another brother
'Cause, I'm the type that'll smother
A wack MC, his DJ or any other
Member of your crew, not a thing you can do
Gotta say peace to Infinite Kendu
Showbiz, Fat Joe, Pumba, and Apache
Nobody can match me
And yo you couldn't catch me
In a new pair of British
With the thick rubber sole
But, I won't flinch, cause I got soul
And I bring joy just like Anita Baker
If the girl doesn't like to smile
You need to take her
To a Diamond D show, cause I bring joy
To men, women, girls, boys
Jews, Gentiles, Catholics, Protestants
Step to Diamond D it'll be your abolishment
I'm givin' hand shakes for you
And your man's sake
'Cause, I write rhymes so much
That my hand's ache
It's '92 so what you gonna do?
Barbecue or buggalo? Yeah
Ayo wait a minute (Yo that's that shit)
Yo could turn it up (Yo that's that shit)
Ayo fix the station? (Yo that's that shit)
Yo watch him fuck it up
(Yo that's that shit)
Damn I can't, damn I can't
Damn I can't wait to make my next LP
Exhume new lyrics, become more wealthy
I'll never play myself 'cause
I don't play games
Know a lot of peeps but I say no names
And my man Show with
We hunt down beats just like my
Search for blood on the late night flick
Labels used to front but now they on the
So listen to the rhythm, the vibe is true
Cause like Quaker Oat's it's the
Right thing to do
I go on and on to the kick drum
I got oodles and oodles so yo come get some
I won't sweat it
Cause now my respect's known
While you're home, suckin' on a neck bone
Tell the girls that you're livin' fat
But that you're only eatin' chicken backs
Yo I'm kickin' facts
So don't front pal, just fine tunin'
Peace to the JB's and The Flavor Unit
Pete Rock & CL i stay on the DL
You'll never see Diamond snackin' on J-E-L
L-O, oh hell no so make like Lloyd Lindsey
Young and say hello
People underestimate even though the
Best they make
Sounds like a big pile of shhh
(sounds like a big pile of)
But, I'm not the type to go out like a dimple
A brother like D makes hit's peace
Yeah, goin' out to Forrest Projects
And my man Fly La at the Co-Op City
Yeah and I'm out like a trout