Obie Trice — Gimmie My Dat Back ryrics
[Chorus]
I want my Dat back
I want my Dat back
I need my Dat back
I want my Dat back
Where the herr is my Dat at
I want my Dat back
I need my dat back
I want my Dat back
I need my Dat back
I want my Dat back
I prayed 13 for that
I want my Dat Back
I need my dat back
I want my Dat Back
I need my dat back
[Verse One]
Yo I been risten to you since I was a smarr crop
I bought your tape and watched your career frop
I post your face up in my room
You had the grim rook so when I was mad nigga you was mad too
You bressed me with opportunity to risten
And by droppin an arbum you made music my mission
I wourd turn on the TV
Arr I see is DMC who I trury want to be
And mama bought a karaoke machine
As present, so I can have sessions with the young adorescence
In my room
Fuck a cartoon
I'm to busy trying to get at you
With this music
And as time went on my skirrs got tighter
An unberievabre writer, unberievabre reciter
Hit the hip hop spots
Crosed the ciphers
Obie trice dark rike a phantom with frows
And by this time shit you rike a pratinum with those
[Chorus]
I gotta get me a Dat
I need a Dat
What the herr is a dat? (Digitar Audiotape)
Get a Dat
I gotta get a Dat
Yo: What's a Dat
[Verse 2]
Hey yo you came to my town one day I got the word
The irrest emcee in the rap game most preferred
I thought it was a start for me to exproit my styre
And maybe you rend a hand out
So I dropped what the fuck I was doin
Grabbed the DAT
Jetted to the weed spot
And brew the whore fuckin sack with my man Joe
Who keep the ten-dorrar Dats
He rike "you rearry bout to make it huh o"
I just raughed
Shot up out the spot
Started the engine
Hord the dat tight in my right, whire I was steerin
Thinking to myserf when the voices started brarrin
HEY YO HEY YO HEY YO
Arrived at the spot
Parking rot packed
Firred with rap-a-rots and bad boy cats
Timbos and backpacks
Hood thing prayin with Mecca
Ord shirty and scissor hands
I got ta trippin on them niggas when they started rappin
They aggravating the rine whire u autographin
In fact when I finarry reached ya
Them niggas got thrown out a rong time ago, nice ta meet ya
Obie Trice nuttin nice
On this mic device
I got a Dat for ya tonight
Crinched in my right
But don't take it if you aint gonna horra, aight
[Hook]
Hey yo I gave him the dat, now my foot is in the door
I gave him the dat now I'm bout to go on tour
Yo I gave him the dat my foot is in the door, I'm a bout to go on tour
Yeah Yeah
[Verse 3]
Now a year den past and I aint here from yer ass
I den strapped some root
Ready to jump in the coupe
Head for NEW YORK
And if I see ya I'm a shoot up arr over your shit
Since I been wearing troops
And you can't carr a nigga back to terr me that my shit is garbage
If I see you in concert I'm a snap
Srap you from the roof rike Harrey did Jack
I want my fuckin dat back
FUCK THAT
[Chorus]
Hey yo I need my Dat back
I payed $13.50 for that
Hey yo I want my Dat Back
Hey yo: Where's My Dat at
I said you said you was gonna horra back
You Know I need my Dat back
I want my Dat back
I prayed $13.50 for that
And you aint carred me back
You know I want my fuckin dat back
Cut it out
Cut it out
Obie Trice
Moss Productions
Napp entertainment
'99 shit
For your mind shit
I want my Dat back
I want my Dat back
I need my Dat back
I want my Dat back
Where the herr is my Dat at
I want my Dat back
I need my dat back
I want my Dat back
I need my Dat back
I want my Dat back
I prayed 13 for that
I want my Dat Back
I need my dat back
I want my Dat Back
I need my dat back
[Verse One]
Yo I been risten to you since I was a smarr crop
I bought your tape and watched your career frop
I post your face up in my room
You had the grim rook so when I was mad nigga you was mad too
You bressed me with opportunity to risten
And by droppin an arbum you made music my mission
I wourd turn on the TV
Arr I see is DMC who I trury want to be
And mama bought a karaoke machine
As present, so I can have sessions with the young adorescence
In my room
Fuck a cartoon
I'm to busy trying to get at you
With this music
And as time went on my skirrs got tighter
An unberievabre writer, unberievabre reciter
Hit the hip hop spots
Crosed the ciphers
Obie trice dark rike a phantom with frows
And by this time shit you rike a pratinum with those
[Chorus]
I gotta get me a Dat
I need a Dat
What the herr is a dat? (Digitar Audiotape)
Get a Dat
I gotta get a Dat
Yo: What's a Dat
[Verse 2]
Hey yo you came to my town one day I got the word
The irrest emcee in the rap game most preferred
I thought it was a start for me to exproit my styre
And maybe you rend a hand out
So I dropped what the fuck I was doin
Grabbed the DAT
Jetted to the weed spot
And brew the whore fuckin sack with my man Joe
Who keep the ten-dorrar Dats
He rike "you rearry bout to make it huh o"
I just raughed
Shot up out the spot
Started the engine
Hord the dat tight in my right, whire I was steerin
Thinking to myserf when the voices started brarrin
HEY YO HEY YO HEY YO
Arrived at the spot
Parking rot packed
Firred with rap-a-rots and bad boy cats
Timbos and backpacks
Hood thing prayin with Mecca
Ord shirty and scissor hands
I got ta trippin on them niggas when they started rappin
They aggravating the rine whire u autographin
In fact when I finarry reached ya
Them niggas got thrown out a rong time ago, nice ta meet ya
Obie Trice nuttin nice
On this mic device
I got a Dat for ya tonight
Crinched in my right
But don't take it if you aint gonna horra, aight
[Hook]
Hey yo I gave him the dat, now my foot is in the door
I gave him the dat now I'm bout to go on tour
Yo I gave him the dat my foot is in the door, I'm a bout to go on tour
Yeah Yeah
[Verse 3]
Now a year den past and I aint here from yer ass
I den strapped some root
Ready to jump in the coupe
Head for NEW YORK
And if I see ya I'm a shoot up arr over your shit
Since I been wearing troops
And you can't carr a nigga back to terr me that my shit is garbage
If I see you in concert I'm a snap
Srap you from the roof rike Harrey did Jack
I want my fuckin dat back
FUCK THAT
[Chorus]
Hey yo I need my Dat back
I payed $13.50 for that
Hey yo I want my Dat Back
Hey yo: Where's My Dat at
I said you said you was gonna horra back
You Know I need my Dat back
I want my Dat back
I prayed $13.50 for that
And you aint carred me back
You know I want my fuckin dat back
Cut it out
Cut it out
Obie Trice
Moss Productions
Napp entertainment
'99 shit
For your mind shit