Lyrics Da Da Dahhh - Redman
(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'
tities
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
ass
whippin′,
I'm
gettin
them
all
Show
off
like
Fodolo
so
fuck
all
y′all
Do
you
get
your
ass
whipped
with
your
mom's
bad
luck
Like
AHUH
YEU
YEU
get
hit
by
a
truck
Playin'
catch
a
girl,
fuck
a
girl
Throw
her
in
a
sandwich
Just
a
young
boy
doing
grown
man
shit
(Chorus)
I′m
just
a
young
boy
doing
grown
man
shit
I′m
just
a
young
boy
doing
grown
man
shit
Like
kickin'
your
ass
I′m
just
a
young
boy
doing
grown
man
shit
Smokin'
weed
I′m
just
a
young
boy
doing
grown
man
shit
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
sex
often
I
even
kept
a
heartland
for
them
white
girls
on
magic
garden
Light
skin,
chubby
and
shit
Ran
my
mama′s
phone
bill
for
callin'
Biggs
Biggs
Biggs
The
old
hands
used
to
make
them
little
niggaz
fight
The
lead
patch
was
the
shit
if
you
snatch
it
right
And
everybody
knew
the
pattern
of
pac
man
Rams
was
15
and
that
then
was
happenin′
Niggaz
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
damn
i
gotta
get
up
in
this
rap
game
(Chorus)
I'm
just
a
young
boy
doing
grown
man
shit
I′m
just
a
young
boy
doing
grown
man
shit
Like
touchin'
your
tities
I'm
just
a
young
boy
doing
grown
man
shit
I′m
just
a
young
boy
doing
grown
man
shit
Like
Stealin′
my
mama's
car
(Verse
3)
I
used
to
tell
my
Sis
i′m
gonna
make
it
bitch
So
close
to
gettin'
on
i
could
taste
the
shit
In
a
hot
ass
room
cuttin′
smooth
operator
In
my
last
year
at
West
Side
High
I
barley
made
it
Flippin
eightballs,
going
to
Montclair
State
I
passed
one
class
and
still
owe
their
ass
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
fucked
shit
up
I
test
y'all
with
my
def
squad
cam
And
I
dont
stage
show
dive
unless
y'all
amp
To
all
my
fans,
arivaderchi
to
ya
And
any
ho
that
didnt
blow
Doc,
I
NEVER
KNEW
YA!
(Chorus)
Now
i′m
a
grown
man
doing
grown
mans
shit
Now
i′m
a
grown
man
doing
grown
mans
shit
Like
still
sqeezin'
your
titties
I′m
just
a
grown
man
doing
grown
man
shit
With
a
big
ass
car
Now
i'm
a
grown
man
doing
grown
mans
shit
Rollin′
better
credit
Now
i'm
a
grown
man
doing
grown
mans
shit
Yo
yo
shit
is
crazy
Now
i′m
a
grown
man
doing
grown
mans
shit
Like
smackin'
your
ass
Now
i'm
a
grown
man
doing
grown
mans
shit
Like
shaving
my
beard
Now
i′m
a
grown
man
doing
grown
mans
shit
I
got
hair
on
my
chest!
1 Down South Funk
2 I Don't Kare
3 Welcome 2 Da Bricks
4 G.P.N. (Skit)
5 Da Da Dahhh
6 My Zone!
7 Da Goodness
8 I Got A Seecret
9 Pain In da Ass Stewardess (Skit)
10 Jersey Yo!
11 Get It Live
12 I'll Bee Dat
13 Let Da Monkey Out
14 We Got da Satellite Van (skit)
15 D.O.G.S.
16 Million Chicken March (2 Hot 4 TV) [Skit]
17 Cloze Ya Doors
18 Who Took da Satellite Van (skit)
19 Beet Drop
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