Dat's Dat Shit
Method Man & Redman Feat. Mally G Lyrics


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[Method Man]
Uh, get ya stank on

[Radio voice]
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN YOUR ASS!

[Mally G/Jamal]
My receitals is worth ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging your vitals
Nobody ride through like my squad do
Got all y'all players suicidal
Actin niggas, take two
You heard the news, I'ma break it to ya
We're here to headline the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin
I make moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin this shit down
When we rock it, don't we all stand out?
Y'all hazardarious, clear out
Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out
And show you what I'm talkin 'bout

Chorus [Redman, Method Man] (Young Zee)
Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)

[Redman]
I'm high-powered, the dog rott weiler
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live wire
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed
Load it and it goes like summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
You be hidin under your peacoat wit people
I told cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug type?
To ride down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up

Chorus

[Method Man]
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react
Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of velocity
Play me like Monopoly
Pay me everytime you trespass on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid properly
When I keeps it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury kings
Proper education, Allah sees everything
How High, just another form of elevation
That's why I choose to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are wastin
More these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah Math, break the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black
It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

Chorus

[Young Zee]
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick

[Redman]
Get ya up and get ya high
Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick

[Method Man]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick

[Redman] (Young Zee)
Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya high ha




Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya high ha

Overall Meaning

The song "How Bout Dat?" by Method Man & Redman feat. Ready Roc & Streetlife sends a message of confidence, strength, and toughness. The lyrics speak about their status as rappers who have been in the industry for a long time, making a lot of money, riding big trucks, and flaunting their possessions. They also talk about their skills and how they are unrivaled by any other MC in the industry. The lyrics also showcase their love of luxury and thirst for power as they talk about the weapons they have and how they are unafraid to take on anyone.


In the chorus, they challenge anyone who doubts their ability to be as real as they are. They compare their swagger, shoes, and cars to prove their worth in the rap game. The song also includes references to legends of the industry that have passed on, such as Biggie and Big Pun. In general, this song is about standing up for oneself and asserting one's dominance in a crowded industry with many players.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, I hit the 'freeway' after I 'rock the mic'
I hit the road after performing on stage


Light up like Showtime when they about to fight
I shine bright like the lights at a boxing match


How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38's
Impressive, huh? That truck has huge 38-inch tires


Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice
I stay cool and don't let traffic get to me


Doc ride or die, I bubble up when the pouring peroxide
I'm loyal to my doctor and react strongly to medicine


It's dirty, lookie here
This is rough stuff, pay attention


Still sharp like I'm back in school
My skills are still razor-sharp like when I was in school


It's like Wonder Blade, cut a nigga smooth
My talent is like a razor, can cut through anything with ease


Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, who let the dog loose?
Who just released their aggression like a wild animal?


Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue
I don't want to debate, just bring out the hardcore stuff


The big whale that's writing fishscale
The big boss who's selling top-notch drugs


Like me, better believe, I'm too hard to harpoon
Just like a whale, you can't catch me easily


My goons, think like Chris Wallace
My crew thinks like the late rapper The Notorious B.I.G.


'Give me the loot' and I don't wanna talk about it
Let's just take the money and leave without any discussion


When my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I
When my crew goes to work on someone, that's when I


Crush the building, how about that?
I destroy the competition completely


Look at my shoes, how about that, nigga?
Take a good look at how fly my shoes are


(My car, how about that, nigga?)
(And my car? It's just as impressive)


Getting money, how about that, nigga?
Making good money and living large, now how impressive is that?


How about it, any nigga realer than me? I doubt it
There's no one more genuine than me, I highly doubt it


Catch Ready hop out of v, low mileage
Watch me step out of a car with low mileage


You see the way I play with money, I'm so childish
I have a lighthearted approach to money and spending it


And, so stylish, looking like Gucci my sponsor
Looking fashionable, like I'm sponsored by Gucci


Kicks crazy, jewelry is bonkers
My shoes are crazy and my jewelry is jaw-dropping


Whether in the club or you see me in concert
No matter where you see me, I'm always putting on a show


I go hard, who created a monster?
I go all-in, and people wonder how I became so good


Me, Gilla be the click that I ride with
I roll with my crew, Gilla


Talk slick, get flipped like a Sidekick
If you talk smack, I'll take you down like a Sidekick phone flipping open


You wonder why your bitch is on my dick
No need to wonder why your girl is obsessed with me


'cause the boy flow doper than five bricks
My rhymes are stronger than 5 bricks of cocaine


The MC wishing I simply
The rapper hoping to be like me


Be remembered like Big Pun, Biggie or Pimp see
Wishing to be remembered like the greats Big Pun, Biggie Smalls or Pimp C


Blocka blocka, how about that, nigga?
I'll knock out anyone who gets in my way


Look at my house, how about that, nigga?
Check out my impressive house, pretty cool huh?


(Sour dies', how about that, nigga?)
(Oh, and my weed? It's top-notch too)


Big paper, how about that, nigga?
And I'm making a lot of money, pretty impressive huh?


How bout that, ten years plus in the rap game
How about that, I've been in the rap game for over 10 years now


And still getting cream like a fat cat
And I'm still making tons of money, like a wealthy cat


Plus, I'm grossing money off of ASCAP
And I'm making a lot of money from ASCAP royalties


Plus, my publishing, yea I owns that
Plus, I own the rights to all my published music


First of all, my royalty come quarterly
First off, I receive my royalty payments once every three months


My hoes, my niggas, all move accordingly
Everyone in my circle acts accordingly, whether it's my women or my boys


Streetlife, I'm so international
Streetlife, I'm known globally and have fans all over the world


My foreign exchange, but always in the capitol
I handle foreign currency exchanges, but make sure to spend my time in the capital city


Straight cash advances, while you be calling
I'm earning straight cash advances while you're still calling your record label for money


Your label all day, hoping someone answers
You keep calling your label, hoping someone will pick up and take your call


I flow with no auto-tone, just me and my bitch
I don't use auto-tune, it's just me and my flow


My blunt, my beat, my microphone
All I need for a great performance is my blunt, my beat and my mic


I shine with no jewelry on, another star is born
I don't need flashy jewelry to stand out, I'm a star anyway


Watch me perform, beyond the norm
Watch me perform beyond what's expected


Brr stick 'em, haha, stick 'em, how about that, nigga?
I hurt people without mercy, pretty crazy huh?


Fuck what it cost, how about that, nigga?
I don't care how much it costs, I'm going to get what I want


(I'm a boss, how about that, nigga?)
(And honestly, I'm a boss too)


Straight pimping, how about that, nigga?
I live a lifestyle of a pimp, pretty impressive huh?


Pimp game, soak it up, you dig?
Take notes and learn from the way I run my game


Hope your haters want beef, 'cause I don't touch the pig
I hope my haters are ready for a fight, because I don't touch pork (referring to beef vs. pork)


How about that, boy, I'm a G, ain't another MC
I'm a true gangster, and there isn't another rapper that can match my style


Or pedophile that can touch the kid, I do it big
No one can compete with me, not even a pedophile, and I do everything big


Like Chris Wallace, big bank, big wallet
Like The Notorious B.I.G., I have a lot of money in my wallet and bank account


Got a flow that go straight to the pros, forget college
My natural talent is so good, I don't need to go to college to succeed


I still got it, if I got an issue, I flow the pistol
I still have the skills and talent, and I'm not afraid to use a gun when necessary


And I'm official, just like them niggas that low the whistle
I'm the real deal, just like a referee's official whistle


Word, man, I shoot to kill 'em, you heard?
Yeah, I shoot to kill, did you hear me?


If you nasty, I shoot 'em with penicilen, you heard?
If you're sickly or dirty, I'll put you in your place with a dose of penicillin (antibiotic)


I'm like Cali, so carry, when I'm flipping the words
Like California, I stay cool under pressure, even when rapping fast


Flip the script on your bitch ass while I'm flipping the bird
I'll turn the tables on you and your crew while flipping you off


Meth sick with the pen, stick a few in your men
My rhymes are so sick, they can easily take down a few of your boys


Then again, stick with my pen through the thick and the thin
But at the end of the day, my pen is all I need to survive in this industry


Look, when my niggas 'get 'em', I send 'em to hell
When my crew gets to work on someone, they won't be coming out alive


And ride with 'em, how about that, nigga?
And I'll ride with my boys no matter what, pretty impressive huh?


Look at my crew, how about that, nigga?
Take a good look at my impressive crew


(Gun bigger than you, how about that, nigga?)
(And the guns we carry? Definitely bigger than you)


Pop bottles, how about that, nigga?
And we drink expensive champagne, pretty cool huh?




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, RONALD MAURICE BEAN, REGGIE NOBLE, J. PHILLIPS

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Leno Bueno

Method Man]
Uh, get ya stank on

[Radio voice]
WKYA, WE'RE KICKIN YOUR ASS!

[Mally G/Jamal]
My receitals is worth ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging your vitals
Nobody ride through like my squad do
Got all y'all players suicidal
Actin niggas, take two
You heard the news, I'mma break it to ya
We're here to headline the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the Glock, this bitch nigga grillin
I make moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin this shit down
When we rock it, don't we all stand out?
Y'all hazardarious, clear out
Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out
And show you what I'm talkin 'bout
Chorus [Redman, Method Man] (Young Zee)
Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (that got niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (that got bitches fightin over dick)
Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (that got niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (that got bitches fightin over dick)

[Redman]
I'm high-powered, the dog rott weiler
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live wire
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed
Load it and it goes like summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
You be hidin under your peacoat wit people
I told cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug type?
To ride down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up
Method Man]
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react
Breezin through these tracks with the highest of velocity
Play me like Monopoly
Pay me everytime you trespass on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid properly
When I keeps it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury kings
Proper education, Allah sees everything
How High, just another form of elevation
That's why I choose to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are wastin
More these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah Math, break the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) That got snitches rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) That got bitches fightin over dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black
It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

Chorus

[Young Zee]
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick

[Redman]
Get ya up and get ya high
Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick

[Method Man]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick

[Redman] (Young Zee)
Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya high ha
Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya high ha



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Uptown Kash

This Beat πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

devious187

24 years later and they were proven right... Dis IS Dat Shit!

Leno Bueno

Method Man]
Uh, get ya stank on

[Radio voice]
WKYA, WE'RE KICKIN YOUR ASS!

[Mally G/Jamal]
My receitals is worth ten titles
I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
The shit I spit damaging your vitals
Nobody ride through like my squad do
Got all y'all players suicidal
Actin niggas, take two
You heard the news, I'mma break it to ya
We're here to headline the bill and
Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin
Yo Funk Doc, pass the Glock, this bitch nigga grillin
I make moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
Y'all know who really lockin this shit down
When we rock it, don't we all stand out?
Y'all hazardarious, clear out
Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out
And show you what I'm talkin 'bout
Chorus [Redman, Method Man] (Young Zee)
Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (that got niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (that got bitches fightin over dick)
Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Dat's dat shit (that got niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
Dat's dat shit (that got bitches fightin over dick)

[Redman]
I'm high-powered, the dog rott weiler
Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
You wet cowards, I'm live wire
Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed
Load it and it goes like summer jam tickets
Fam can't dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
You be hidin under your peacoat wit people
I told cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug type?
To ride down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up
Method Man]
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react
Breezin through these tracks with the highest of velocity
Play me like Monopoly
Pay me everytime you trespass on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid properly
When I keeps it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury kings
Proper education, Allah sees everything
How High, just another form of elevation
That's why I choose to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are wastin
More these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah Math, break the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) That got snitches rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) That got bitches fightin over dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black
It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?

Chorus

[Young Zee]
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick

[Redman]
Get ya up and get ya high
Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick

[Method Man]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick

[Redman] (Young Zee)
Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya high ha
Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya high ha

tucko11

Meth and Red great duo

Jacob .H

Those vocals!

GORE

2018 & forever!! πŸ’™

norbvlo

2019/20;)))

ultrabueno 2pac

JAMAL IN THA HOUSE MADAFAKAS!

S. J-ski

getcha stank on!

Turbo Booster

2023 Daz dat shit.

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