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PARTNERS-N-CRIME lyrics : "Why Do-U-Do Me Like Dat?"

[Kangol Slim]
I'm up Early N Tha Mornin' on a mission straight for cheese, (cheese)
Before I get my day started got to smoke me some weed, (weed)

I holl'ed at Lil' Dave, but Dave was all out,
So we headed on a mission straight to the White House,
White House was out to,

We hit the High Coat,
You know the place where them Hounds like to hang out on the porch,
I holl'ed at my ^!$$%, hit me three times on the faddier,

Weed man yelled out "Come back a lil' later"
Ahh %#@!, the $#&@in' weed man is out,
I don't want to go to no ^!$$%, that don't have no clout,

But I know this ^!$$% told me he had some weed,
So ^!$$% give me what I want,
Give me what I need, and

It's like that y'all, this ^!$$% handed me a itty bitty sac y'all,
I said what the $#&@? You know I gave it back y'all,
Let me get straight to the point,

Look like I could have rolled two joints,
Ain't that cold


[Chorus: Kangol Slim]
If a ^!$$% sellin' nickel bags,
And they to small,

Look like ya can't roll a gar,
Ask that ^!$$%,Why Do-U- Do Me Like Dat?
Why Do-U- Treat Me Like Dat?

Why Do-U- Do Me, Why U- Treat ,Why Do-U- Me Like Dat?
And If a ^!$$% sellin' dimes bags,
And they lookin' sick,

Look like ya can't roll a nick,
Ask that ^!$$%,Why Do-U- Do Me Like Dat?
Why Do-U- Treat Me Like Dat?

Why Do-U- Do Me, Why U- Treat ,Why Do-U- Me Like Dat?

[Mista Menor]

Now if I can't smoke fiyah, I don't smoke at all, and
I ain't $#&@in' with you, because yo bags to small,
You that skimp ^!$$%, that brown grass with the sticks ^!$$%,

Three dollar bags for five, try'na be a big ^!$$%,
What'cha try'na make a mil of a pound?
You need to shut it down, find a new town,

Yo name, people just done ran it in the ground,
Cause they found you got the bumpest around,
But you still try'na slang that %#@!,

Serve that %#@!,
You need to take all that %#@!, and
Burn that %#@!,

Cause I ain't scorin' nothin' from you, and
I heard from word of mouth, you ain't gettin'no play in the drought,
You a sad $$# case for a weed man, and

You claimin' you scorin' from them Jamaicans,
Why you handin' me this bag full of seeds man?
I ain't try'na grow no $#&@in' weed man


[Chorus]


[Kangol Slim]
It goes out to yo clown ^!$$%'s,
Try'na buy a manchant and car off a pound ^!$$%'s,

Get some weed, and don't how to break it down ^!$$%'s,
Runnin' through vines, sayin' it's off the ground ^!$$%'s,
You $#&@in' clown ^!$$%'s,


[Mista Menor]
I made this for them skimp ^!$$%'s,

You know, who smoke before try'na make a nick ^!$$%'s,
Them pound stretchers, try'na make a Hound fecther, and
I bet ya, you $#&@in' with that dirt to,

The type of kat, that make a ^!$$% wanna hurt you,

[Kangol Slim]

Grab that chopper, run in yo house, and
Do yo whole crew,
Sellin' ^!$$%'s ounces and pounds of that Boo-Koo,

Make a ^!$$% wanna knock holes through yo Fubu,
Now what would you do?

[Chorus]

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