Obie Trice - 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 n***a 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** a cartoon I'm to busy trying to get at you With this music And as time went on my sk**s 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** 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** I was doin Grabbed the DAT Jetted to the weed spot And blew the whole f**in 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 n***as when they started rappin They aggravating the line while u autographin In fact when I finally reached ya Them n***as 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 a** 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** Since I been wearing troops And you can't call a n***a back to tell me that my sh** 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**in dat back fu*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**in dat back Cut it out Cut it out Obie Trice Moss Productions Napp entertainment '99 sh** For your mind sh**