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redman - da da dahhh lyrics

[verse 1]
yo, i gotta back ache, stomach ache, diahrea, vomiting
cold feet, runny nose, head ache, insomnia
cranky, moody, burpin’ while i’m cursin’
baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin’ burban
i’m only 3, and gotta chip motorola
a hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
lyin, cryin, whinin’, teasin’
suckin’ t-ties like i had years of breast feedin’
in the begining i was sinning
kept my mama back and forth
to the hospital for the constant kickin’
kept them -ss whippin’, i’m gettin them all
show off like fodolo so f-ck all y’all
do you get your -ss whipped with your mom’s bad luck
like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck
playin’ catch a girl, f-ck a girl
throw her in a sandwich
just a young boy doing grown man sh-t

[chorus]
i’m just a young boy doing grown man sh-t
i’m just a young boy doing grown man sh-t
like kickin’ your -ss
i’m just a young boy doing grown man sh-t
smokin’ weed
i’m just a young boy doing grown man sh-t
all day check it out

[verse 2]
i’m only 13 puttin’ in work
rockin’ chinese shoes with high top converse but first
we was all gas watchin’ game of def with bruce
walkin’ home from the movies [red makes karate movie noises]
i thought about the s-x often
i even kept a heartland for them white girls on magic garden
light skin, chubby and sh-t
ran my mama’s phone bill for callin’ biggs biggs biggs
the old hands used to make them little n-gg-z fight
the lead patch was the sh-t if you sn-tch it right
and everybody knew the pattern of pac man
rams was 15 and that then was happenin’
n-gg-z used to get robbed at twin city
i was cuttin’ on sl’s glue with a penny
when epmd dropped its my thing
i said d-mn i gotta get up in this rap game

[chorus]
i’m just a young boy doing grown man sh-t
i’m just a young boy doing grown man sh-t
like touchin’ your t-ties
i’m just a young boy doing grown man sh-t
i’m just a young boy doing grown man sh-t
like stealin’ my mama’s car

[verse 3]
i used to tell my sis i’m gonna make it b-tch
so close to gettin’ on i could taste the sh-t
in a hot -ss room cuttin’ smooth operator
in my last year at west side high i barley made it
flippin eightb-lls, going to montclair state
i p-ssed one cl-ss and still owe their -ss cake
for quick cash, doc hit up 13th ave
sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed
that was the days now the times switched up
son either walk them dogs, sunff it or get snuffed
them ho’s got triflin’ but much thicker
my weed got better so easily i f-cked sh-t up
i test y’all with my def squad cam
and i don’t stage show dive unless y’all amp
to all my fans, arivaderchi to ya
and any ho that didn’t blow doc, i never knew ya!

[chorus]
now i’m a grown man doing grown mans sh-t
now i’m a grown man doing grown mans sh-t
like still sqeezin’ your t-tties
i’m just a grown man doing grown man sh-t
with a big -ss car
now i’m a grown man doing grown mans sh-t
rollin’ better credit
now i’m a grown man doing grown mans sh-t
yo yo sh-t is crazy
now i’m a grown man doing grown mans sh-t
like smackin’ your -ss
now i’m a grown man doing grown mans sh-t
like shaving my beard
now i’m a grown man doing grown mans sh-t
i got hair on my chest!

- redman lyrics

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