Gimmie My Dat Back

Gimmie My Dat Back Lyrics

[Chorus]
I want my Dat back
I want my Dat back
I need my Dat
back
I want my Dat back
Where the hell 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 played 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 listen to you since I was a small crop
I bought your tape and watched
your career flop
I post your face up in my room
You had the grim look so
when I was mad nigga you was mad too
You blessed me with opportunity to
listen
And by droppin an album you made music my mission
I would turn on
the TV
All I see is DMC who I truly want to be
And mama bought a karaoke
machine
As present, so I can have sessions with the young adolescence
In
my room
f**k a cartoon
I'm to busy trying to get at you
With this
music
And as time went on my skills got tighter
An unbelievable writer,
unbelievable reciter
Hit the hip hop spots
Closed the ciphers
Obie
trice dark like a phantom with flows
And by this time sh*t you like a
platinum with those

[Chorus]
I gotta get me a Dat
I need a
Dat
What the hell is a dat? (Digital 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 illest emcee in the rap game most
preferred
I thought it was a start for me to exploit my style
And maybe
you lend a hand out
So I dropped what the f**k I was doin
Grabbed the
DAT
Jetted to the weed spot
And blew the whole f**kin sack with my man
Joe
Who keep the ten-dollar Dats
He like "you really bout to make it huh
o"
I just laughed
Shot up out the spot
Started the engine
Hold the
dat tight in my right, while I was steerin
Thinking to myself when the voices
started blarrin
HEY YO HEY YO HEY YO
Arrived at the spot
Parking lot
packed
Filled with rap-a-lots and bad boy cats
Timbos and
backpacks
Hood thing playin with Mecca
Old shirty and scissor hands
I
got ta trippin on them niggas when they started rappin
They aggravating the
line while u autographin
In fact when I finally reached ya
Them niggas got
thrown out a long time ago, nice ta meet ya
Obie Trice nuttin nice
On this
mic device
I got a Dat for ya tonight
Clinched in my right
But don't
take it if you aint gonna holla, 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 loot
Ready to jump in the coupe
Head
for NEW YORK
And if I see ya I'm a shoot up all over your sh*t
Since I
been wearing troops
And you can't call a nigga back to tell me that my sh*t
is garbage
If I see you in concert I'm a snap
Slap you from the roof like
Harley did Jack
I want my f**kin dat back
f**k
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 holla back
You Know I need my Dat back
I want my Dat
back
I played $13.50 for that
And you aint called me back
You know I
want my f**kin dat back

Cut it out
Cut it out

Obie
Trice
Moss Productions
Napp entertainment
'99 sh*t
For your mind
sh*t