Heltah Skeltah, Buckshot - Who Dat? lyrics
[Heltah Skeltah, Buckshot - Who Dat? lyrics]
Rock: Aight, just put that beat on
Son that shit is banging, son
Ruck: Which one?
Rock: The one Buck gave you, son ruck: Aight
Rock: I’ma kick some shit, son ayyo
Twist some of that
(Niggas going down the road to the
Way to get a new blunt)
Ruck: Yo, put the towel, put
The towel under the door, son
(Got it, man) come on, man
You just walked in here, man
Put the shit up
(Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
Aight) rock: Yo, fix the smoke alarm, duke
Ruck: Word up, man what the fuck, man? Yo
Man fuck that (Yo, yo, yo
You remember what happened last time?)
Ruck: That’s what I’m saying, man
On motherfucking New Year’s, at that
Rock: Hahaha, check this out
This fucking ho get
The fuck out of here, man yo, yo
Ruck: Word up word up
Yo, yo, let’s kick some T-A W-L to the Sean
Drop bombs, makes me holier than Qur’ans
Or Bibles sean’s your idol upon my arrival
On Earth, i was blessed at birth
With these fucking recitals
Hah, who wanna, test my skills? Niggas
Best to chill, or leave
Here with my testicles, yo
Shit’s ill, it sounds like that soul ahhh
Ruck and Rock represent ‘cause we
"Let Your Brainz Blo"
Check it out, yo
Who’s that nigga over there? Rockness
Rappers be acting like they’re queer
They need to stop this
Or I attack from the rear
Make your locks twist
Like titties when broads take
Off they brassiere, you’ll drop quick
Swimming up in your subconscious, it’s me
Bummy
Jab come to regulate, so call me MP, make
Poonani puke throw up your dukes
If you got the
Heart to test the lyrical rocket
Launcher fuck your shotgun
I got sons that shine, and they’re mine
Call ‘em
(Knocking at the door) Yo, yo, yo
Yo, don’t open that shit
Man yo, yo, get the fuck
That ain’t the fucking knock, man get
The fuck fuck that don’t open
Don’t open that
Shit fuck, that ain’t the fucking knock
Man shhh (Knocking) "Yo, let me in
Niggas y’all niggas"
Son that shit is banging, son
Ruck: Which one?
Rock: The one Buck gave you, son ruck: Aight
Rock: I’ma kick some shit, son ayyo
Twist some of that
(Niggas going down the road to the
Way to get a new blunt)
Ruck: Yo, put the towel, put
The towel under the door, son
(Got it, man) come on, man
You just walked in here, man
Put the shit up
(Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight
Aight) rock: Yo, fix the smoke alarm, duke
Ruck: Word up, man what the fuck, man? Yo
Man fuck that (Yo, yo, yo
You remember what happened last time?)
Ruck: That’s what I’m saying, man
On motherfucking New Year’s, at that
Rock: Hahaha, check this out
This fucking ho get
The fuck out of here, man yo, yo
Ruck: Word up word up
Yo, yo, let’s kick some T-A W-L to the Sean
Drop bombs, makes me holier than Qur’ans
Or Bibles sean’s your idol upon my arrival
On Earth, i was blessed at birth
With these fucking recitals
Hah, who wanna, test my skills? Niggas
Best to chill, or leave
Here with my testicles, yo
Shit’s ill, it sounds like that soul ahhh
Ruck and Rock represent ‘cause we
"Let Your Brainz Blo"
Check it out, yo
Who’s that nigga over there? Rockness
Rappers be acting like they’re queer
They need to stop this
Or I attack from the rear
Make your locks twist
Like titties when broads take
Off they brassiere, you’ll drop quick
Swimming up in your subconscious, it’s me
Bummy
Jab come to regulate, so call me MP, make
Poonani puke throw up your dukes
If you got the
Heart to test the lyrical rocket
Launcher fuck your shotgun
I got sons that shine, and they’re mine
Call ‘em
(Knocking at the door) Yo, yo, yo
Yo, don’t open that shit
Man yo, yo, get the fuck
That ain’t the fucking knock, man get
The fuck fuck that don’t open
Don’t open that
Shit fuck, that ain’t the fucking knock
Man shhh (Knocking) "Yo, let me in
Niggas y’all niggas"