Who Da Shit (feat. Mannie Fresh & Slim Thug) Lyrics

[Mannie Fresh - Intro] Ay! Dallas, Texas! It's the original J-R With a funny smellin' cigar Freshly Snipes My skin is sensitive so I use baby wipes Ya heard? With Play-N-Skillz Latinos stand up! For ya boy, fr-fr-fr-fr-fr-Fresh! Now wherever you at in the world I need you to turn to your neighbor, her or him, and scream this out to 'em real loud [Chorus - Mannie Fresh] Who ride 24's, who ride 28's Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him) Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin' Got TV's from the ceiling fallin' Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin' Back up muthafucka r we gon' wind up brawlin' Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) [Verse 1 - Play-N-Skillz] You see these hoes keep boppin' My blades keep choppin' My car steady tippin' Them haters need to listen You ain't never seen two brothers so fresh n so fly Rings, ice, ten cars, TV's fallin' from the sky So back up muthafucka cause you scuffin' my kicks We alcoholin', big ballin' we ain't takin no shit And I'm the shit I'm feelin good when I'm grippin' tha grain I got a big, fat check, model chicks give me brain Dallas, Texas put it down, you know I rep my city I do it so big, I'm the Latin P. Diddy And sometimes I can't even recognize my chain Cause the diamonds change colors like the week change days [Chorus - Mannie Fresh] Who ride 24's, who ride 28's Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him) Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin' Got TV's from the ceiling fallin' Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin' Back up muthafucka we gon' wind up brawlin' Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) [Verse 2 - Slim Thug] (Slim Thugga muthafucka!) I'm the shit, I know you muthafuckas smell me Every time I leave the house a million muthafuckas tell me Got a hundred carat badge and it's hangin' to my belly These bitches on my dick like my rap name Nelly I'm the shit up in my city, I'm the shit up on the streets They got me on this song, cause I'm the shit up on the beats Slim Thugga muthafucka and I ain't gotta say it It's a hit if a lay it, all you gotta do is play it I put it down for my town yeah I'm playin with mils H-Town to D-Town with the Play and the Skillz I move around to the sound we displayin' our skills Puffin pound after pound I'm just sayin' the real [Chorus - Mannie Fresh] Who ride 24's, who ride 28's Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him) Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin' Got TV's from the ceiling fallin' Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin' Back up muthafucka we gon' wind up brawlin' Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) [Verse 3 - Play-N-Skillz] This is dedicated to the world of ballin' Poppin' bottles in the club, that's why them girls be callin' I keep a freak for every day of the week, I spit that game All the haters talkin' down but they ain't speakin' my name We wuz lookin' for that hit so we holla'd at Fresh And all that boy had to do was hit that fr-fr-fr-Fresh Who da shit? Not you, you ain't stackin' no cheese From the neck to the sleeves, you can call me Mr. Freeze And the rims on the whip, man they older than me From the brim to the flex, no one flyer than me And if I hit the club, you know I'm leavin with yo chick Take a trip to the D and you gon' see we da shit [Chorus - Mannie Fresh] Who ride 24's, who ride 28's Who got tuna fish, who get big steaks Now who da brightest (him), now who da biggest (him) Who got tha candy box Chevy that's the sickest Now who in the wide, wide world of ballin' Got TV's from the ceiling fallin' Poppin plenty bottles just alcoholin' Back up muthafucka we gon' wind up brawlin' Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!) Now who da shit (Hey!) Now who da shit (Heyyy!)