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artist
YoungBloodZ featuring Young Buck of G-Unit
Datz Me
4,800
Hip-Hop/Rap
Datz Me was released on January 18, 2005 by LaFace Records as a part of the album Datz Me - Single
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AlbumDatz Me - Single
Release DateJanuary 18, 2005
LabelLaFace Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBloodZ
YoungBloodZ
Performer
Young Buck
Young Buck
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brown
David Brown
Composer
Jeffrey Grigsby
Jeffrey Grigsby
Composer
Marquinarius Holmes
Marquinarius Holmes
Composer
Sean Paul Joseph
Sean Paul Joseph
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sanchez Holmes
Sanchez Holmes
Producer
Matthew Malpass
Matthew Malpass
Recording Engineer
Pat Viala
Pat Viala
Recording Engineer
Billy Hume
Billy Hume
Mixing Engineer
Herbie Powers Jr.
Herbie Powers Jr.
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

ATL, shawty! (G-Unit!)
Young Buck, Youngbloodz
I'm talkin' dirty, with 'bout eighty thousand in my mouth
I'm stompin' through this bitch, movin' 'em in, and shippin' 'em out
Breath smell like Hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
ATL and Tennessee, ****, I'm right up the street
We in the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean Paul said we gon' bust they head before we leave
I brought some good with me and I got my hood with me
Cadillac'n all through College Park, I'm talkin' 'bout wood grippin'
Dirty South ain't bullshittin', you can't ride on them 'round here
**** damn near can fit inside their rims 'round here
And our hoes drop it down to the ground like they supposed to
Or fuck a **** whole crew, anytime we roll through
Young Buck and Youngbloodz, we came to show you
Just how to start a fight and what that Grey Goose and 'dro'll do
Snatch me a hoe or two, **** know how we do it
Ain't nothin' change, you know the game, ****, this G-Unit!
Totin' guns, rollin' blunts, gettin' crunk (That's me)
Switchin' lanes, grippin' grains, got them thangs (That's me)
Swervin' Lex, servin' X, countin' stacks (That's me)
Cook it up and bring it back, that's a fact (That's me)
Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease (That's me)
In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint (That's me)
In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk (That's me)
Represent the A-Town, best believe (That's me)
Now on the realer, I'm a hell of a ****
Like when I was down in that 'Cedes Dealer came out a winner
I'm a big bank flipper, purple syrup sipper
Stuntin' ass ****, cost my thunder for some spinners
Don't you see the chain and watch, bitch, we chillin' like December
Finna change the weather when I stick it out the window
And I don't want no sack, mayn, gon' give me the elbow
And if the price the lo'-lo', then gon' give me two mo'
I hop back in my two door, when I ride out with two hoes
One dark skin, one light skin, with two though
Let the top down and let them hoes hair blow
Fire up some 'dro, this like ridin' on two fo's with two hoes
Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease (That's me)
In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint (That's me)
In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk (That's me)
Represent the A-Town, best believe (That's me)
Stay slizzard on Patron, Herringbone (That's me)
In the club tippin' strippers, sippin' Goose (That's me)
Ridin' clean, blowin' good on that 'dro (That's me)
Dirty South, Straight Country, one hundred five (That's me)
See I can tell by the way they look me in my eyes
That he's a hoe, and she's a bitch, and often many try
But like a soldier, I'ma rid 'til I fuckin' die
Swerve on the buster, roll up one and put one in the sky
And if you ain't comprehendin' what I'm sayin' to ya
It's one hundred five, Youngbloodz, and I ain't playin' with 'cha
Now watch me break 'em down, back 'em up, and ship 'em out
Keep it steady, comin', breakin' bread, what I'm talkin' 'bout
'Cause what you didn't know, is how I get so many hoes
How I keep it pimpin' never, simpin' 'cause I'm all pro
And, yeah, I see you like the way we do it big
Pull up in the old schools, blowin', hoppin' out the whip
Stay slizzard on Patron, Herringbone (That's me)
In the club tippin' strippers, sippin' Goose (That's me)
Ridin' clean, blowin' good on that 'dro (That's me)
Dirty South, Straight Country, one hundred five (That's me)
Totin' guns, rollin' blunts, gettin' crunk (That's me)
Switchin' lanes, grippin' grains, got them thangs (That's me)
Swervin' Lex, servin' X, countin' stacks (That's me)
Cook it up and bring it back, that's a fact (That's me)
Stay fresh, white tees, sharp crease (That's me)
In the Chevy grippin' grain, drippin' paint (That's me)
In the club, 'bout drunk, stay crunk (That's me)
Represent the A-Town, best believe (That's me)
Written by: David Brown, Jeffrey Grigsby, Marquinarius Holmes, Sean Paul Joseph

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