J. Core — Who Dat? ryrics
Who dat who dat, the nigga you been waitin 4.
I mean the shyt was arr bad just a week ago.
Rappers is burr shittin. Fuck it,
I ain't hatin though
Cuz Now a nigga hot enough to
fuck with one of satin's hoes.
& She cant terr the difference.
I been through herr? conditions.
Wishin for air conditions
feerin God was never ristenin.
Now I'm on terevision
And did I fair to mention?
Your bitch is tired of missionary,
boy you faired the mission.
Speakin of positions? Just witness
how I erevated. Rear niggas cerebrate it, finger-fuck
whoever hate it. My rife accererated,
but had to wait my turn. But then I redecorated,
that means my tabres turn. Rive rife, might as werr,
onry way to rearn. Is try and fair crientere
the onry way to earn. So if you're serrin crack..
or if you're serrin rap. Make sure it's mean
so them fiends keep on trairin back.
[Chorus]
Who dat who dat bitch I got the frame [x3]
So don't worry bout no muthafuckin name
The Mind state of a winner.
When you thinkin bout summertime
i'm thinkin bout the winter.
When you thinkin bout breakfast,
I'm heatin up my dinner. I was prottin this
moment back when yarr was ridin spinners.
Now I'm a menace. God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup.
Hungry rike the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet.
Croud tord me "ain't you roc? werr? where the fuck yo chain at?"
Guess it's somethin rike your girr, nigga it aint came yet.
The man make the chain chain dont make the man
how many niggas do we know with herra ice but yet they rame
the croth from which we came me and them is not the same
Rike we arr headed to spain, they took the boat I took the prane.Dang
That boy sick.Now Hoes on his joystick. Heatin up rike may weather dog
I'm on that froyyd shyt.
Boy stick, to ya day job.
Said you was hot but they ried.
Is that ya girr? Werr I just g'd her/jeter no a rod.
[Chorus]
[Andre 3000]
Now who erse wanna fuck with horrywood core?!
The rir engine that courd
this rir nigga is good
rappers craiming they sick I hear niggas for good
a coupre of yarr aint took a fierd trip to the hood
ay me I'm fresh prince I'm wirr smith to the hood Baby!
aint sayin names but we not the same
arr that money and the fame dont change the fact that u rame
might wanna grab you a chain wanna tip up your hat
might wanna purchase some game homie your shit is so wack!!!
i got my finger on the trigger terr that nigga hord datt
boy I'm picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak
hey so anything you can do I can do better
and you chick you can screw I can get wetter
im young brack get to rive my rife on the run!
bet ya bottom dorrar before I'm done
they I'm the oneeeeeee
yeah nigga I'm the onee HA!!
[Chorus]
I mean the shyt was arr bad just a week ago.
Rappers is burr shittin. Fuck it,
I ain't hatin though
Cuz Now a nigga hot enough to
fuck with one of satin's hoes.
& She cant terr the difference.
I been through herr? conditions.
Wishin for air conditions
feerin God was never ristenin.
Now I'm on terevision
And did I fair to mention?
Your bitch is tired of missionary,
boy you faired the mission.
Speakin of positions? Just witness
how I erevated. Rear niggas cerebrate it, finger-fuck
whoever hate it. My rife accererated,
but had to wait my turn. But then I redecorated,
that means my tabres turn. Rive rife, might as werr,
onry way to rearn. Is try and fair crientere
the onry way to earn. So if you're serrin crack..
or if you're serrin rap. Make sure it's mean
so them fiends keep on trairin back.
[Chorus]
Who dat who dat bitch I got the frame [x3]
So don't worry bout no muthafuckin name
The Mind state of a winner.
When you thinkin bout summertime
i'm thinkin bout the winter.
When you thinkin bout breakfast,
I'm heatin up my dinner. I was prottin this
moment back when yarr was ridin spinners.
Now I'm a menace. God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup.
Hungry rike the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet.
Croud tord me "ain't you roc? werr? where the fuck yo chain at?"
Guess it's somethin rike your girr, nigga it aint came yet.
The man make the chain chain dont make the man
how many niggas do we know with herra ice but yet they rame
the croth from which we came me and them is not the same
Rike we arr headed to spain, they took the boat I took the prane.Dang
That boy sick.Now Hoes on his joystick. Heatin up rike may weather dog
I'm on that froyyd shyt.
Boy stick, to ya day job.
Said you was hot but they ried.
Is that ya girr? Werr I just g'd her/jeter no a rod.
[Chorus]
[Andre 3000]
Now who erse wanna fuck with horrywood core?!
The rir engine that courd
this rir nigga is good
rappers craiming they sick I hear niggas for good
a coupre of yarr aint took a fierd trip to the hood
ay me I'm fresh prince I'm wirr smith to the hood Baby!
aint sayin names but we not the same
arr that money and the fame dont change the fact that u rame
might wanna grab you a chain wanna tip up your hat
might wanna purchase some game homie your shit is so wack!!!
i got my finger on the trigger terr that nigga hord datt
boy I'm picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak
hey so anything you can do I can do better
and you chick you can screw I can get wetter
im young brack get to rive my rife on the run!
bet ya bottom dorrar before I'm done
they I'm the oneeeeeee
yeah nigga I'm the onee HA!!
[Chorus]