Get Dat by Charly BEAN Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Rappers are in danger
I'm a stone cold type of MC, scribble out them bangers
To defeat, I'm a stranger
Got success down like Rodney Jerkins down with R&B sangers
So you ought not fuck with me
If you do, you'll end up suffering...see
I don't tough talk a lot
I'm 'bout action...I just come stalk ya block
Jack Johnson..the first to get it
I'm like him..guaranteed my wit's the quickest
Also guaranteed to outwit you niggas
Cause I know I'm the smartest, stop dropping garbage
"Da Hand" is the hardest, no disputing that
How stuid would you be to dispute the facts
Y'all clowns wack, with your felonious acts
Not really felonies, what kind of dream you selling me?
(Chorus)
Where my real niggas that get that, flip that, cop a new whip, then dip that??
Pull up and every chick let you hit that
Cause she ain't blind, she see the shit phat
Where my real niggas that get that, flip that, cop a new whip, then dip that??
Cops hit ya spot, you still get back...Cause a true hustler stay with scratch
(Verse 2)
For those who don't know, I love hoes...
Just won't save 'em or pay 'em, that's word to Faizon
Niggas get dough cause they crave 'em it's amazing
Half hour later and I'm blazing
I ain't got time to waste
Like my nigga J.G. say, I'm on the case
Phat ass and a thin little waist, good to taste
But only if she cute in the face... and that's real
Hit her with some sex appeal...yeah, I got that
Hit her with some sex and peel...yeah, I'm out tramp
YOU JUST BEEN FUCKED BY THE BEST!
Now go to sleep a long time, I know you need the rest
I got a little business to handle
I'm bout my scratch, and at best, this is a scandal
That twat don't come close to what them grands do
Help me cop a car some clothes, some food and some land too!
(Chorus)
Where my real niggas that get that, flip that, cop a new whip, then dip that??
Pull up and every chick let you hit that
Cause she ain't blind, she see the shit phat
Where my real niggas that get that, flip that, cop a new whip, then dip that??
Cops hit ya spot, you still get back...Cause a true hustler stay with scratch
(Verse 3)
Get Dough rather rain, sleet or snow
Only tell clientele what they need to know
Like "that's 50" you got that? then gimme
Come up short, end up hit with the semi
Broke niggas can dismiss me, they whole foundation flimsy
Riding 'round with their tank on empty
I'm bound to hustle, like it was bred in me
This greed like a virus, that spread in me
The only cure is big stacks of greenbacks
A lotta niggas want it, but in my case, I need that
The pursuit of money cause all evil
So is it any wonder that I don't really trust people?
I'm always watching my back, and the truth is, I'm always watching my scratch
Both eyes open, watching the TRAP
NEVER sleep, nah... cause that's when ya enemies creep
Rappers are in danger
I'm a stone cold type of MC, scribble out them bangers
To defeat, I'm a stranger
Got success down like Rodney Jerkins down with R&B sangers
So you ought not fuck with me
If you do, you'll end up suffering...see
I don't tough talk a lot
I'm 'bout action...I just come stalk ya block
Jack Johnson..the first to get it
I'm like him..guaranteed my wit's the quickest
Also guaranteed to outwit you niggas
Cause I know I'm the smartest, stop dropping garbage
"Da Hand" is the hardest, no disputing that
How stuid would you be to dispute the facts
Y'all clowns wack, with your felonious acts
Not really felonies, what kind of dream you selling me?
(Chorus)
Where my real niggas that get that, flip that, cop a new whip, then dip that??
Pull up and every chick let you hit that
Cause she ain't blind, she see the shit phat
Where my real niggas that get that, flip that, cop a new whip, then dip that??
Cops hit ya spot, you still get back...Cause a true hustler stay with scratch
(Verse 2)
For those who don't know, I love hoes...
Just won't save 'em or pay 'em, that's word to Faizon
Niggas get dough cause they crave 'em it's amazing
Half hour later and I'm blazing
I ain't got time to waste
Like my nigga J.G. say, I'm on the case
Phat ass and a thin little waist, good to taste
But only if she cute in the face... and that's real
Hit her with some sex appeal...yeah, I got that
Hit her with some sex and peel...yeah, I'm out tramp
YOU JUST BEEN FUCKED BY THE BEST!
Now go to sleep a long time, I know you need the rest
I got a little business to handle
I'm bout my scratch, and at best, this is a scandal
That twat don't come close to what them grands do
Help me cop a car some clothes, some food and some land too!
(Chorus)
Where my real niggas that get that, flip that, cop a new whip, then dip that??
Pull up and every chick let you hit that
Cause she ain't blind, she see the shit phat
Where my real niggas that get that, flip that, cop a new whip, then dip that??
Cops hit ya spot, you still get back...Cause a true hustler stay with scratch
(Verse 3)
Get Dough rather rain, sleet or snow
Only tell clientele what they need to know
Like "that's 50" you got that? then gimme
Come up short, end up hit with the semi
Broke niggas can dismiss me, they whole foundation flimsy
Riding 'round with their tank on empty
I'm bound to hustle, like it was bred in me
This greed like a virus, that spread in me
The only cure is big stacks of greenbacks
A lotta niggas want it, but in my case, I need that
The pursuit of money cause all evil
So is it any wonder that I don't really trust people?
I'm always watching my back, and the truth is, I'm always watching my scratch
Both eyes open, watching the TRAP
NEVER sleep, nah... cause that's when ya enemies creep