Herbal T, Wax - That's That lyrics

Ayy yo, smooth and delicious
Y'all dudes are just bitches
I serve emcees and afterwards I
Have 'em doing the dishes
I move with the quickness
It's not about the jewels or the riches
This is rap calisthenics, man
I do it for fitness
Yeah, I know music's a business
I know 'bout the YouTube views and the
Clicks and the revenues for them bitches
I'm using them bitches to purchase something
Super nutritious for my family
Like salmon, we make stew with them fishes
Emcees about to swim with the
Schools of the fishes
I'm gluing your pictures to
Walls and throwing
Darts at you and your clique
It's the Wax and Herbal T crew in this bitch
With the shit that make you bounce like
Them hydraulic Coupes with the switches
You kangaroos are some crickets
Your gang of losers are finished
John Gotti swag, body bag
Bruising and stitches
Ya think I had the flu with the sickness
I'm spewing, I gotta pull over
Catch me roadside, puking in ditches
Rotten like Johnny from the
Group with Sid Vicious
Crews freeze like computers with glitches
Your girl dreams about removing
My britches and
Lubing my dick with some lubricant
Using her tit's and then doin' exuberant shit
When the fluids emittin'
It looks like Elmer's Glue 'cause it sticks
That surprised look on her face shows
How stupid the bitch is
Herbs move crowds like a preacher with
His pews full of Christians and once again
Your gang of losers are
Finished and that's that

Uh, my crew that shit
Whole crowd so loud saying, "Do that shit"
A 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 in this bitch
Can't believe they got the people
So live in this bitch and that's that
Uh, my crew that shit
Whole crowd so loud saying, "Do that shit"
A 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 in this bitch
Can't believe they got the people
So live in this bitch

The way I felt when I was writing this tune
It's kind of like huffing a nitrous balloon
On a flight to the moon
Like lightning was striking the room
Like fucking around and trying
To fight Mike Tyson
Couple of rights and you're doomed
Y'all really good at sucking
Like Dyson vacuums
I throw your CD in the garbage
For the mice and raccoons wack emcees
I don't need a fork and knife to consume
'Cause all these cotton-candy rappers
I could slice with a spoon
Your mama should have took your
Life in the womb
I recommend you put a hose to
Your tailpipe and siphon the fumes
I got you tripping like as if
I laced the cypher with shrooms
Y'all gotta be high like them witches
Taking flights on them brooms
It's like I was biting a prune
'Cause, I be dropping mad shit soon
Ass sounding like a bassoon
Herbal T broke joke money trifling but soon
I'm trying to see that big cake
Like a wife and a groom

Uh, my crew that shit
Whole crowd so loud saying, "Do that shit"
A 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 in this bitch
Can't believe they got the people
So live in this bitch and that's that
My crew that shit
Whole crowd so loud saying, "Do that shit"
A 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 in this bitch
Can't believe they got the people
So live in this bitch and that's that