Who Dat (Part 2) Lyrics by J. Cole Ft. Childish Gambino & SD
back up on my 1, 2, 3 metaphors
i'm rhyming with cd, you would think i'm in stores
and y'all know me, i'm d-o-p-e
screaming skins all day, no mtv
i see a girl giving out blows like a prize fighter
i'm on top of the words: call me a highlighter
oral sex in the morning: that's a head start
words like bullets, yeah i'm shopping like a leg mart
state of the tar heel, fuck how y'all feel
young but i'm good, i got that fuckin john wall feel
while y'all pissed off, i sit and sip cristal
hornets next flow, i assist like chris paul
flow like a quick river, lines like a stick figure
so many drinks, i'll probably borrow someone else's liver
and i'm warming up just like a fireplace
i know i'm an acquired taste, go ahead and try to hate
flow just a brainiac ?
i'm smoking huckleberry so i guess i'm mark twaining that
they told me i was insane ?
i'm tryna get my chain on track
so you should probably counteract the fact
that you were typing that
who dat who dat? you know who you doing it for?
i mean, the game was all bad just a week ago
rap was bullshit - listen, i ain't hating tho
now brother, i don't have to fuck with ? satan ho
she can't tell the difference, i been through ? condition
wishing for air conditioning
feeling whatever i'm listening
now i'm on television, and did i forget to mention
your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission
man, just look at how elevated
real niggas celebrate it, nigga fuck whoever hated
my life accelerated, i had to wait my turn
then i redecorated
that means my tables turned
live life, might as well, only way to learn
just try and fear ? only way to earn
so if you're selling crack or if you're selling rap
make sure it's mean so the fiends keep coming back
[hook]
[verse 3 - childish gambino]
i don't steal your girl: test me
i stay childish: watch me breast-feed
grandfather ran numbers: a criminal in harlem
the only thing he used to make was trouble with my father
father had me, said "stay away from cocaine!"
blood strain is gangster, my swag screams dope game
i talk real nigga, this is what you ask for
i shit green like vegetarian assholes
lighter than wayne's pants at the vma's
stick to what you good at nigga! oh, everything?!
niggas want me everywhere, i'm yelling out "sorry!"
there's only one of me like white girls with black barbies
niggas mad that i ain't do shit
i got a fly asian bitch: that's a shitsu
throwing out your jazz, but you don't look like uncle phil
fucking girls from tv shows, my dbr is ?ville
shake it on youtube, yeah that's a vevo ho
black guy with a white boy's cleveland show
i don't know, all i wanted was different things
hope these hood niggas don't blow me off when they're listening
all i do is work with white guys who are in their 50's
and for some reason these white people think that it's interesting..
too many girls, but still not enough of me
i love pussy like that old lady up the street
everything i spit is compilated and best of
black nerds run shit: go and ask ?estlove
i'mma hit it twice: retail
i got a package like a gansta: g-mail
google and a penis reference, same sentence, goody goody!
i love my dick so much they let a nigga host the woodys
got a whole barbershop like "oh man, this shit is tight!"
solid shit.. one wipe..
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