Datz What I Said lyrics

Artist  : Brotha Lynch Hung f/ Loki 
Song : Datz What I Said
 


Brotha Lynch (Verse 1)

Now I'm the type'a
nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed/ sleep
witcha wife then/ commence the knifin'/ get away
clean with the scheme, Glock 17, in my lap, as I
creep away in the black Cadillac/ cause you know
I got shit to do, fake ID cause I been murderin'
muthafuckas like- who?- HIV/ as I creep real slow
thu ya blood vessels- and then?- five weeks later
nigga god bless ya/ now I'm stressed with the
Smith and Wess/ my music career aint been the
best/ bound to have my momma wearin' a tight
dress/ bitch make my money right, or get ya
throat slit and drug in the bushes as ya, inside
gushes/ then I'm smashin' through the night- in
what?- Mazaratti with the posse hittin' corners
hella tight- yeah right- nigga you know I'm right
(oh)/ my momma taught me nigga don't give a fuck/
and when I die, cover me in a joint and smoke me
up

Chorus (4x)
That's what I
said...

Loki (Verse 2)
I'm high up out
the hocus pocus, my diagnosis is a murderous
psychosis and muthafuckas know this/ I'm quick to
pull the pin up out the grenade and hand you the
pineapple and say "Here muthafucka, hold this (oh
no)/ Loki and the murder show/ the sequence begins
with freaks in the mo-mo/ we see an alibi's
provided/ we creep'd in and now my niggas ridin'/
slips clips in jump in and do that shit smokin'
buddah shit/ see when they say siccmade it and
whispers that it taste-es bitter, blowin'
muthafuckas in to smita-(reens)/ triple X liquor/
with nothin' but curses in our verses, obscene/
unfit for major mainstream magazines/ lace you up
in kerosene and see that ass ignited, I mean/ we
got the V-8 for ya gangsta lean/ I seen, war
machines and street marines, dirty ninas in the
hands of ghetto fiends/ I'm caught between, the
hard life and ghetto dreams/ got schemes/ with
black berets and getaways like OJ (clean)/ don't
get got, she got the cannabalistic Q-zine/ and
the illegitimate got another 16 (ha ha)/ you see
the front page news only show the inmates and not
the cage while, elections play with the public's
rage/ fuck those that criticize, let 'em lead our
lives/ do the shit we done and then say that we
were right

Chorus

Brotha Lynch
(Verse 3)

Black pits in the backyard, I
don't feed 'em/ gotta buy 'bout a pit a week,
cause they gotta eat/ off that mad dog 20/20 I'm
'bout ta take my money/ ski mask, gotta manage,
better take advantage/ understand this, radiation
and mushroom blast/ it's almost 20 G, gotta plot
my shit and get my cash/ D-Dub around the corner
in the Im-pala/ Zig-zag in the trash can with the
auto mag last time I saw her/ Beta (what) stand
lookout by the liqour store/ Loki, hear some
movement, nigga you know, do that ho/ times
murder so I'm time plottin', creep, with a hand
cannon takin' out every nigga bandstandin'/ cause
I'm aggressive like a wolverine/ B done caught
that ass and got out the gasoline, hot out ya
worsest dream/ then it all adds up (to what?)
sittin' in Hawaii wit' a AK on my lap off that
puffy stuff

Chorus