Brotha Lynch Hung - How You Do Dat Again lyrics

[Young Bleed] This is Strange Music That's whats up Yeah (How you do dat there x5) Trap Door Entertainment man and we don't care [Verse 1: Young Bleed] Like pimp the kin Pimp to the bone We got money over here And I'mma get me some Like D and J and Rev Run They still k**ing in this rap game I got my gun Tech N9ne and Bleed Or my Brotha Lynch Hung This is all I need to proceed And get dumb Because wait a minute mother f**er How you do that son? Get money over seas Blowing trees til dumb Hollering who that? Said that they want it for the Saints Knowing that Vince Lombardi Bacardi to rum No prints No car keys I'm under the sun But prince Like Nelson Riders Get me over the drum Convinced without the car keys I came from the sun And went from BRPs To smoking a lot Louisiana off the handle Like a favorite son You know me I do it big Rest in peace to Big Pun For real [Hook: Young Bleed] See them hollering how you do dat there From the South to the North Homie we don't care Keep them yelling how you do dat there From the West to the East Coast we don't care That's whats up [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Mr. Kansas City with the Bleed We kixin' it harder We drinking Kansas City Tea My every mission is to 'round them pretty b's You already known that it's insanity with thee I make 'em holla how you do dat there She say she loving whatever I'm doing to that tail She knew that's rare I'm getting down through that there Right after I send to chew her other boo that's fair I know everybody knowing Big Tech's ripping it Always money blowing His check's infinite If any b**hes whoring you can Get Tech pimping it And I'm a keep it going in the Midwest kixing it Rump on my lap at all times Valuptious strippers they want to be with Tech N9ne n***as be like: Huh? n***a what? I'm saying huh? You's a f** n***a what? Throwing them B's [Hook] [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] Dirty nails, spitting them dirty tales Getting them dirty deals, tipping them dirty scales Hitting and gripping Slipping it in the pretty girls Getting that infinite crip Has been giving it to me well Strange I'm locc to da brain Insane And always in the fast lane Kobe with the ball And you ain't even getting past man Ew we coming raw with it Doing it like all did it Twisted two middle fingers west coast We all did it Don't matter the color We threw it up We all lived it Trying to get that money like a tall midget All tickets Young Bleed, Tech N9ne this is all 6's All 7 Call Kevin then we all click click Best believe I get that vest Destiny's sickest Rest to these switches bet your chest To be quickest Huh? n***a what? n***a huh? n***a huh? n***a what? Throwing them G's [Hook]