Like Dat
Stat Quo Lyrics


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[Intro:]
AYE CHECK IT OUT
THIS YA BOY STAT QUO REPRESENTIN'
THA A-TOWN..
THIS MY NEW JOINT "LIKE DAT"
BANG THIS..TURN THIS UP..
YA' UNDASTAND ME..YEAAH!
[Chorus: Stat Quo]
I love when you do it like that girl
You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
The way you move I just don't know how to act girl
You're lookin' good I'm tryna beat out ya back girl

[Verse 1: Stat Quo]
Its like this and like that and like this an ah
Hit a spot then leave you wit ya bitch an ah
White tee, two glocks, no bandanna
This ain't what you used to its Statlanta
I [?] so ran low, slide down the strip slow
Everywhere ya folk go they yellin out Stat Quo
Right up the strip that the street niggas fiend for
The a bambino, GMN nino never been faded
You hate it I made it the hoods the ladies
Your rims I dated so get some new ones
My dues I payed it I'm rated number one bitch
All throughout the world girls lovin' my shit
Baby slow down I know you lovin' that dick
But Stat's a bachelor can't be with one chick
Yeah you gettin bread but you ain't stackin' like this
I go to the bank they know me by my first name biatch

[Chorus x2: Stat Quo]
I love when you do it like that girl
You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
The way you move I just don't know how to act girl
You're lookin' good I'm tryna beat out ya back girl

[Bridge:]
Yeah Break it down gon' now do it now break it down
Gon' now do it now break-it-down gon' now break-it-down
Gon' now

[Verse 2: Stat Quo]
You bout to bare witness to the sickest mufucka there is
Lotta dough up in the hoe baby thats how I live
Fuck a mill, time is rough I needs a billion
Them militants go off to meet me in the buildin'
I spit for the had not crooks and chillins
Won't quit till my cash flows through the ceilin'
Your cars get bored of me your boy is dealin'
Money on my mind I got no time for chillin'
I be at where the gees at big bread lotta head
Stat need that pistol on my lap case you wanna chat
Blast ya off the map but it bam bam
I'm born is on three lil homeboy be to mean
On this shit and ya'll agree full grown fo fo 5 armed wit me
While you waitin' out front we gettin' in for free

[Chorus x4: Stat Quo]
I love when you do it like that girl
You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
The way you move I just don't know how to act girl
You're lookin' good I'm tryna beat out ya back girl

[Bridge:]
Yeah ..Break it down gon' now do it now.. break it down




Gon' now do it now break-it-down gon' now break-it-down
Gon' now

Overall Meaning

The song "Like Dat" by Stat Quo is an ode to a woman's sexuality, celebrating her ability to move and captivate through her physicality. The chorus repeats how much he loves it when a woman moves like that, and how she doesn't need to use her hands to make the crowd clap for her. He admires her ability to move without reservation and become the center of attention. This song is playful and sexual, with Stat Quo's flow being confident and enthusiastic. He also emphasizes his rapping skills and his status as a successful artist, who has paid his dues and made it to the top.


In the first verse, Stat Quo describes his style on the streets, armed and dangerous, with the crowd calling his name wherever he goes. He also boasts of his wealth and how he has made it in Atlanta, where he is referred to as the Statlanta. He is a ladies' man who doesn't want to be tied down to one woman, but this does not stop him from enjoying her company.


The second verse takes on a more aggressive tone, as Stat Quo talks about how he's the sickest motherfucker there is, living life with a lot of money and a lot of guns. He raps about how he has no time for chilling and how he's always on the move, surrounded by people he can trust. They're on the streets and in the clubs, where he has no problem getting in for free, with money and head to spare.


Line by Line Meaning

I love when you do it like that girl
I enjoy it when you dance like that, girl


You ain't gotta use your hands to make it clap girl
You don't need to slap your own butt to make it clap, girl


The way you move I just don't know how to act girl
Your dancing is so good that I don't know how to react, girl


You're lookin' good I'm tryna beat out ya back girl
You're attractive and I want to have sex with you, girl


Its like this and like that and like this an ah
The way I'm rapping switches up like this and that, yeah


Hit a spot then leave you wit ya bitch an ah
I hit a place and leave you with your girlfriend, yeah


White tee, two glocks, no bandanna
I wear a white t-shirt, carry two guns, and no bandana


This ain't what you used to its Statlanta
This isn't what you're used to, it's Statlanta


The a bambino, GMN nino never been faded
I am the little baby, GMN baby, never faded


You hate it I made it the hoods the ladies
You don't like me, but I still made it and everyone likes me


Your rims I dated so get some new ones
I've already had sex in your car, get new rims


My dues I payed it I'm rated number one bitch
I've paid my dues and I'm the best, b*tch


All throughout the world girls lovin' my shit
Girls all around the world love my music


Baby slow down I know you lovin' that dick
Slow down, I know you're enjoying the sex


But Stat's a bachelor can't be with one chick
I'm single and can't be tied down to one girl


Yeah you gettin bread but you ain't stackin' like this
You're making money, but not as much as me


I go to the bank they know me by my first name biatch
I go to the bank so often they know my name, b*tch


You bout to bare witness to the sickest mufucka there is
You're about to see the most sick and twisted person there is


Lotta dough up in the hoe baby thats how I live
I have a lot of money and that's how I live


Fuck a mill, time is rough I needs a billion
I don't just want a million dollars, times are tough and I need a billion


Them militants go off to meet me in the buildin'
My military-style followers meet me in the building


I spit for the had not crooks and chillins
I rap for the underprivileged and young children


Won't quit till my cash flows through the ceilin'
I won't stop until I have more money than I can handle


Your cars get bored of me your boy is dealin'
Your cars get tired of me because I'm always selling drugs


Money on my mind I got no time for chillin'
I'm always thinking about money and don't have time to relax


I be at where the gees at big bread lotta head
I hang out where the gangsters are, there's a lot of money and women


Stat need that pistol on my lap case you wanna chat
I keep a pistol on my lap in case you want to talk trash


Blast ya off the map but it bam bam
I'll shoot you and you'll disappear untraceably


I'm born is on three lil homeboy be to mean
I'm from Zone 3, and I'm meaner than most people from there


On this shit and ya'll agree full grown fo fo 5 armed wit me
I'm talented and everyone agrees, and I carry a .45 with me


While you waitin' out front we gettin' in for free
While you're waiting outside, we're getting into the club for free




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