Redman — How Bout Dat lyrics

Lyrics

Yo, I hit the 'freeway' after I 'rock the mic'
Light up like Showtime when they about to fight
How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38's
Your middle finger up at the light, I’m nice
Doc ride or die, I bubble up when the pouring peroxide
It’s dirty, lookie here
Still sharp like I’m back in school
It’s like Wonder Blade, cut a nigga smooth
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, who let the dog loose?
Whips and chains, I don’t wanna argue
The big whale that’s writing fishscale
Like me, better believe, I’m too hard to harpoon
My goons, think like Chris Wallace
'Give me the loot' and I don’t wanna talk about it When my niggas 'get 'em', that’s when I Crush the building, how about that?
Look at my shoes, how about that, nigga?
(My car, how about that, nigga?)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
How about it, any nigga realer than me? I doubt it Catch Ready hop out of v, low mileage
You see the way I play with money, I’m so childish
And, so stylish, looking like Gucci my sponsor
Kicks crazy, jewelry is bonkers
Whether in the club or you see me in concert
I go hard, who created a monster?
Me, Gilla be the click that I ride with
Talk slick, get flipped like a Sidekick
You wonder why your bitch is on my dick
Cuz the boy flow doper than five bricks
The MC wishing I simply
Be remembered like Big Pun, Biggie or Pimp C And when my niggas say 'get 'em', that’s when I Blocka blocka, how about that, nigga?
Look at my house, how about that, nigga?
(Sour dies', how about that, nigga?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
How bout that, ten years plus in the rap game
And still getting cream like a fat cat
Plus, I’m grossing money off of ASCAP
Plus, my publishing, yea I owns that
First of all, my roya