Joell Ortiz - Who Dat (Freestyle) lyrics
[Joell Ortiz - Who Dat Freestyle lyrics]
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who else but me?
My bars make me insecure call myself ugly
Been a man since I fell
Out of Michelle's tummy
Forever Joell's hungry and
Everyone smells yummy!
I don't need nobody help I got myself money
Pants never sag
Can't nobody take the belt from me
I'm on fire - the
Temperature in hell's lovely
I don't miss a beat like
The Energizer Cell bunny
Some'n numb cause I spit crack
There's clothing stores between me and
These rappers: a big Gap
So far ahead that I could sit back
Cause when that startin' pistol
Bark these niggas start I'm on my fifth lap
They won't say it but I will
"This kid's wack!"
Him against me give me a break: Kit-Kat
On my off day I off these niggas
Make 'em tap out like Dorothy's slippers
I'm tired of new dudes sayin'
They the next star
And old dudes hangin' 'round like Brett Favre
You think you'll do Joell some harm?
Then put your helmet on
I'll expose you bitches like the X bar
'Til I get what I deserve, ain't nobody safe
Wild, Wild West
Watch the mess that my shotty make
Before rap, I was standin' in that lobby late
Makin' sure lil man upstairs
On that pottycake
I'm a dope boy, that happens to rap
Dope boy that's why you'll
Find me on 2dopeboyz
I got this Hip-Hop game on smash
Website's not right if they don't
Play my Puerto Rican ass!
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat? Yaowa!
In a Brooklyn bar with a few Jack towers
Bitch on my arm like a new tat: flower
Finna get beat up like a dude that, cowers
Know it's frustrating, tryin' ya best daddy
I get on beats and just Coast like West Cali
I'm a monster my balls wanna sex Halle
Your boy brought New York back
Like a Mets rally!
Flow for hire, anybody need a ghostwriter?
Give you a rhyme so pyro - no fire!
And I don't need my name in the credit's
Just show a nigga love
But some change in my debit
Every one of my peers is on
They way to the exit
The game's under repair
Couple changes and edit's
Rule number one, listen up brothers
I know y'all wanna be cool but
Stop squeezin' into nut huggers!
Rule number two: have your own opinion
Just cause he play for Duke don't mean
He nicer than homie from Old Dominion
And rule number three? Come fuck with me
Cause, I'm just like every one
Of my hoes: sucka free
I ain't gotta be on Twitter to get at you
Here go fifty bars, and I'm so
Nice, I'll talk the last two, hehe
My bars make me insecure call myself ugly
Been a man since I fell
Out of Michelle's tummy
Forever Joell's hungry and
Everyone smells yummy!
I don't need nobody help I got myself money
Pants never sag
Can't nobody take the belt from me
I'm on fire - the
Temperature in hell's lovely
I don't miss a beat like
The Energizer Cell bunny
Some'n numb cause I spit crack
There's clothing stores between me and
These rappers: a big Gap
So far ahead that I could sit back
Cause when that startin' pistol
Bark these niggas start I'm on my fifth lap
They won't say it but I will
"This kid's wack!"
Him against me give me a break: Kit-Kat
On my off day I off these niggas
Make 'em tap out like Dorothy's slippers
I'm tired of new dudes sayin'
They the next star
And old dudes hangin' 'round like Brett Favre
You think you'll do Joell some harm?
Then put your helmet on
I'll expose you bitches like the X bar
'Til I get what I deserve, ain't nobody safe
Wild, Wild West
Watch the mess that my shotty make
Before rap, I was standin' in that lobby late
Makin' sure lil man upstairs
On that pottycake
I'm a dope boy, that happens to rap
Dope boy that's why you'll
Find me on 2dopeboyz
I got this Hip-Hop game on smash
Website's not right if they don't
Play my Puerto Rican ass!
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat? Yaowa!
In a Brooklyn bar with a few Jack towers
Bitch on my arm like a new tat: flower
Finna get beat up like a dude that, cowers
Know it's frustrating, tryin' ya best daddy
I get on beats and just Coast like West Cali
I'm a monster my balls wanna sex Halle
Your boy brought New York back
Like a Mets rally!
Flow for hire, anybody need a ghostwriter?
Give you a rhyme so pyro - no fire!
And I don't need my name in the credit's
Just show a nigga love
But some change in my debit
Every one of my peers is on
They way to the exit
The game's under repair
Couple changes and edit's
Rule number one, listen up brothers
I know y'all wanna be cool but
Stop squeezin' into nut huggers!
Rule number two: have your own opinion
Just cause he play for Duke don't mean
He nicer than homie from Old Dominion
And rule number three? Come fuck with me
Cause, I'm just like every one
Of my hoes: sucka free
I ain't gotta be on Twitter to get at you
Here go fifty bars, and I'm so
Nice, I'll talk the last two, hehe