Lootpack - Hityawitdat Lyrics
Chorus: busta rhymes *sampled*Yo, Im gonna hit real hard with that,Shit thats gonna make your dome crack, back, backYo, Im gonna hit real hard with that,Shit thats gonna make your dome crack, back, backYo, Im gonna hit real hard with that,Shit thats gonna make your dome crack, back, backYo, Im gonna hit real hard with that,Shit thats gonna make your dome crack, watch me...[madlib]Yo its the slang buster, madlib the beat conductorI hit you off with that ill structure, cuts yaNever on the bandwagon at any timeEvery day, every place, got my pants sagginFor yall niggas that be strictly bragginUp at the spot so eager to grab the mic with the breath of dragonNiggas be walkin around waggin there tail tagginAlong trying to get their mail lagginMake me wanna disrespect and checkGrab that niggas neck and start gagginI drop a pound of discussion and drop a rhyme to leave you with a concusionAnd have your whole crew commence to hushinDown with the master race of emceesWho terrorize, whoever flies up in the face talkin liesI give a shout to the unseen at the lost gatesWhile youre makin mistakes, we make them hot plates(chorus)[madlib]Soundin like, we got the rawest shit ever known to manExpand my lung with the chronic smoke then proceed with the planMy anecdote rain movin on yaI got your brain locked down like some jail terrainYou out for fame talkin about my name, I aim atcha like a gat yaThought you were my rapture, watch your mental fractureYoure just an actor, playin the rap game, total shameNothing really gained when you shell framed is all in vainI hitcha with that shit that make ya neck snapWhile goin through my sp1200 with memory thats stacksThe beat conductor keep your speaker shakinI got your ampll quakin like a vacation on haitiRelaxin, Ill take you on a mental trip, gripThe ill loop digger signing out on the skit(chorus)*scratches to end*
