Obie Trice - Gimmie My Dat Back lyrics
[Obie Trice - Gimmie My Dat Back lyrics]
I want my Dat back i want my Dat back
I need my Dat back i want my Dat back
Where the hell is my Dat at
I want my Dat back i need my dat back
I want my Dat back i need my Dat back
I want my Dat back i played 13 for that
I want my Dat Back i need my dat back
I want my Dat Back i need my dat back
Yo I been listen to you since
I was a small crop i bought your tape and
Watched your career flop
I post your face up in my room
You had the grim look so when I
Was mad nigga you was mad too
You blessed me with opportunity to listen
And by droppin an album you
Made music my mission i would turn on the TV
All I see is DMC who I truly want to be
And mama bought a karaoke machine
As present, so I can have sessions
With the young adolescence in my room
Fuck a cartoon
I'm to busy trying to get at you
With this music
And as time went on my skills got tighter
An unbelievable writer, unbelievable reciter
Hit the hip hop spots closed the ciphers
Obie trice dark like a phantom with flows
And by this time shit you
Like a platinum with those
I gotta get me a Dat i need a Dat
What the hell is a dat? (Digital Audiotape)
Get a Dat i gotta get a Dat yo what's a Dat
Hey yo you came to my town
One day I got the word
The illest emcee in the
Rap game most preferred
I thought it was a start for
Me to exploit my style
And maybe you lend a hand out
So I dropped what the fuck I was doin
Grabbed the DAT jetted to the weed spot
And blew the whole fuckin sack
With my man Joe who keep the ten dollar Dats
He like "you really bout to make it huh o"
I just laughed shot up out the spot
Started the engine
Hold the dat tight in my right
While I was steerin
Thinking to myself when the
Voices started blarrin hey yo hey yo hey yo
Arrived at the spot parking lot packed
Filled with rap-a-lots and bad boy cats
Timbos and backpacks
Hood thing playin with Mecca
Old shirty and scissor hands
I got ta trippin on them
Niggas when they started rappin
They aggravating the line while u autographin
In fact when I finally reached ya
Them niggas got thrown out a long time ago
Nice ta meet ya obie Trice nuttin nice
On this mic device
I got a Dat for ya tonight
Clinched in my right
But don't take it if you ain't gonna holla
Aight
Hey yo I gave him the dat
Now my foot is in the door
I gave him the dat now I'm bout to go on tour
Yo I gave him the dat my foot is in the door
I'm a bout to go on tour yeah, yeah
Now a year den past and I
Ain't here from yer ass
I den strapped some loot
Ready to jump in the coupe head for NEW YORK
And if I see ya I'm a
Shoot up all over your shit
Since I been wearing troops
And you can't call a nigga back to
Tell me that my shit is garbage
If I see you in concert I'm a snap
Slap you from the roof like Harley did Jack
I want my fuckin dat back fuck THAT
Hey yo I need my Dat back
I payed $1350 for that
Hey yo I want my Dat Back
Hey yo where's My Dat at
I said you said you was gonna holla back
You Know I need my Dat back
I want my Dat back i played $1350 for that
And you ain't called me back
You know I want my fuckin dat back
Cut it out cut it out
Obie Trice moss Productions
Napp entertainment '99 shit
For your mind shit
I need my Dat back i want my Dat back
Where the hell is my Dat at
I want my Dat back i need my dat back
I want my Dat back i need my Dat back
I want my Dat back i played 13 for that
I want my Dat Back i need my dat back
I want my Dat Back i need my dat back
Yo I been listen to you since
I was a small crop i bought your tape and
Watched your career flop
I post your face up in my room
You had the grim look so when I
Was mad nigga you was mad too
You blessed me with opportunity to listen
And by droppin an album you
Made music my mission i would turn on the TV
All I see is DMC who I truly want to be
And mama bought a karaoke machine
As present, so I can have sessions
With the young adolescence in my room
Fuck a cartoon
I'm to busy trying to get at you
With this music
And as time went on my skills got tighter
An unbelievable writer, unbelievable reciter
Hit the hip hop spots closed the ciphers
Obie trice dark like a phantom with flows
And by this time shit you
Like a platinum with those
I gotta get me a Dat i need a Dat
What the hell is a dat? (Digital Audiotape)
Get a Dat i gotta get a Dat yo what's a Dat
Hey yo you came to my town
One day I got the word
The illest emcee in the
Rap game most preferred
I thought it was a start for
Me to exploit my style
And maybe you lend a hand out
So I dropped what the fuck I was doin
Grabbed the DAT jetted to the weed spot
And blew the whole fuckin sack
With my man Joe who keep the ten dollar Dats
He like "you really bout to make it huh o"
I just laughed shot up out the spot
Started the engine
Hold the dat tight in my right
While I was steerin
Thinking to myself when the
Voices started blarrin hey yo hey yo hey yo
Arrived at the spot parking lot packed
Filled with rap-a-lots and bad boy cats
Timbos and backpacks
Hood thing playin with Mecca
Old shirty and scissor hands
I got ta trippin on them
Niggas when they started rappin
They aggravating the line while u autographin
In fact when I finally reached ya
Them niggas got thrown out a long time ago
Nice ta meet ya obie Trice nuttin nice
On this mic device
I got a Dat for ya tonight
Clinched in my right
But don't take it if you ain't gonna holla
Aight
Hey yo I gave him the dat
Now my foot is in the door
I gave him the dat now I'm bout to go on tour
Yo I gave him the dat my foot is in the door
I'm a bout to go on tour yeah, yeah
Now a year den past and I
Ain't here from yer ass
I den strapped some loot
Ready to jump in the coupe head for NEW YORK
And if I see ya I'm a
Shoot up all over your shit
Since I been wearing troops
And you can't call a nigga back to
Tell me that my shit is garbage
If I see you in concert I'm a snap
Slap you from the roof like Harley did Jack
I want my fuckin dat back fuck THAT
Hey yo I need my Dat back
I payed $1350 for that
Hey yo I want my Dat Back
Hey yo where's My Dat at
I said you said you was gonna holla back
You Know I need my Dat back
I want my Dat back i played $1350 for that
And you ain't called me back
You know I want my fuckin dat back
Cut it out cut it out
Obie Trice moss Productions
Napp entertainment '99 shit
For your mind shit