Diamond D - Freestyle (Yo, That's That sh**) lyrics

[Produced by Large Professor] [Hook] Ayo wait a minute (Yo that's that sh**!) Ayo turn it up (Yo that's that sh**!) Yo could you fix the station? (Yo that's that sh**!) Yo watch him f** it up (Yo that's that sh**!) [Verse One] Awww sh**, I got your head bobbin' Ain't no stoppin' cause the sh** that I'm poppin' Is from the heart so you know that I'm real So you can relax cause I'm signed and sealed Know a lot of faces in this rap sh** Always got a buck cause I don't make wack sh** Yeah, yeah, you either like it or you don't The sounds all natural And in fact you will Stand in awe and watch a brother catch wreck My credit is good and I never bounced a check But if my funds run low and my sh** get's critical I'm off to the chemical Got to give a shout to the Large Professor Thought I lost his number but I left it on my dresser On and on and on like the Mississippi Not on a gangster tip Ayo I'm not a hippie I'm just an ordinary (nary) Brother who is very (very) Dedicated to real rap so don't compare me to another brother Cause I'm the type that'll smother A wack MC, his DJ or any other Member of your crew, not a thing you can do Gotta say peace to Infinite Kendu Showbiz, Fat Joe, ? and Apache Nobody can match me, and yo you couldn't catch me In a new pair of British with the thick rubber sole But I won't flinch, cause I got soul And I bring joy just like Anita Baker If the girl doesn't like to smile you need to take her To a Diamond D show, cause I bring joy To men, women, girls, boys Jews, Gentiles, Catholics, Protestants Step to Diamond D it'll be your abolishment I'm givin' hand shakes for you and your man's sake Cause I write rhymes so much that my hand's ache It's '92 so what you gonna do? Barbecue or buggalo? Yeah [Hook] Ayo wait a minute (Yo that's that sh**!) Yo could turn it up (Yo that's that sh**!) Ayo fix the station? (Yo that's that sh**!) Yo watch him f** it up (Yo that's that sh**!) [Verse Two] Damn I can't, damn I can't Damn I can't wait to make my next LP Exhume new lyrics, become more wealthy I'll never play myself cause I don't play games Know a lot of peeps but I say no names And my man Show with ? We hunt down beats just like my Uncle Wally Search for blood on the late night flick Labels used to front but now they on the [echos] So listen to the rhythm, the vibe is true Cause like Quaker Oat's it's the right thing to do I go on and on to the kick drum I got oodles and oodles so yo come get some I won't sweat it, cause now my respect's known While you're home, s**in' on a neck bone Tell the girls that you're livin' fat But that you're only eatin' chicken backs Yo I'm kickin' facts So don't front pal, just fine tunin' Peace to the J.B.'s and The Flavor Unit Pete Rock & C.L I stay on the D.L You'll never see Diamond snackin' on J.E.L L.O., oh hell no So make like Lloyd Lindsey Young and say hello People underestimate even though the best they make Sounds like a big pile of shhh (sounds like a big pile of) But I'm not the type to go out like a dimple A brother like D makes hits Peace [Outro] Yeah, goin' out to Forrest Projects And my man Fly La at the Co-Op City Yeah and I'm out like a trout