This Dat Beat

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah Ya'll better turn this one up Ya'll better bang this shit, ya'll better get ready [Verse 1: Johnny Richter] Ya'll better bang this shit till your trunk pops open (yeah) And your licenses plate frame sounds broken (what!) Slow cruisin with some goose in my Gatorade No excuses just night on a Saturday Ride fulla females and they all bomb Upfront, laid back, like the Bishop Don Juan (yea I'm pimp!) Pullin up to the spot, parkin on the grass You know kingspade clique be runnin last [D-Loc] (Aye yo) Bitch ass get checked you steppin to the vet (uh!) We been in it for a minute you ain't even heard shit yet So sit back relax let the track do the work Bob ya head to this shit till your neck starts to hurt If you movin right now (yeah), the beats kinda ill That Kingspade Klick, (well) them boys have got skills D-Loc and Johnny Richter comin up on the creep In a 66 dumpbump bangin down the street [Hook] This dat beat, that you bang when you rolling down the street And everybody knows you comin, bumping Kingspade This dat beat, that you bang when you rolling down the street And everybody knows you comin, bumping Kingspade [Johnny Richter] You best react fast, this is a 100 yard dash (Start runnin!), Don't be late, or you'll be comin in last (oooh!) The biggest purse goes to those who finish first And me against you is like a Porsche against a Hearse You may as well not exist, don't even pull to the line (back up!) Cause you already lost, the money's already mine It's best to let it go, do whatever you know Cause you ain't nothin but a rookie, dealin with a seasoned pro [D-Loc] I'm a veteran, ain't no time fo you gentlemen Trunk bumpin, vibratin while my bumpers scraping Bomb chronic joint blazin, hangin, out the window with my elbow Real low, tryin to holler at this soul, 'proachin train tracks So I hit all the switches, lifted the front and the backg To avoid all the ditches, didn't want the clipping So I raised up and bounced [Hook] [Johnny Richter] Running into walls, like a fish in a aquarium Acting like a looney, locked in a cemetarium I'm going crazy for the feelin' of bass Fuck smokin crack, give me hits of 808 (c'mon!) [D-Loc] I love it when the track goes Yo Mike hit me off with a little more (booooom) [Johnny Richter] Now thats the type of shit that make me want to drive I love bass tunes, almost as much as gettin high [D-Loc] I give it up and give it back, Kingspade up on the map D-Loc and Johnny Richter smokin sacks in the back In the club trying to dub on this hoe hanging low Cause you know how we do it when we up at a show [Hook] [Outro] You banging what? Kingspade! You banging who? Kingspade! You banging what? Kingspade! You banging who? Kingspade! You banging what? Kingspade! You banging who? Kingspade! You banging what? Kingspade! You banging who? Kingspade! You banging what? Kingspade! You banging who? Kingspade! You banging what? Kingspade! You banging who? Kingspade! You banging what? Kingspade! You banging who? Kingspade! You banging what? Kingspade! You banging who? Kingspade!