That's. That. Shit. lyrics

[Intro]

I've been running this shit since I was a foetus

We keep running this shit, have you going to feed us

[Verse 1]

You know, look

The tempo shows we need to rap Rambo

And has all the fans saying, "Yo, this is my jam, bro"

Like shit for you and your mans to burn up the dance floor

And we're staying certified like we're sitting exams for it

Now get our your camcorders, I'm damn sure that you're mad boys

'Cause we kill tracks, known on manslaughter

And I'm throwing punchlines until my hand's sore

Think I wanna fuck so I cut it like hand sores

And leave her eggs scrambled before I ride

Like symbols from Istanbul in my sandals

Me and my damn boys running the house

Yeah, we're the hip-hop landlords, this shit that they jam for

Sensible J and Dutch on production, thank them muchly

'Cause parliament, they could've ran for it, but instead

They, they bring the heat like a fan-forced oven

Don't you love it? Probably sell your right hand for it

Just bring it and bounce like a trampoline

Got you leaning out the window of your four-door RAV4

Just pumping my mad draw

Shit's dope, man, what you mad for?

What you mad for, fucker?

[Chorus]

'Cause this that, that shit that you loving, yeah

This that, that shit that you loving, yeah

This that, that shit that you loving, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]

And, and, and when you touch mikes, us guys dismissive

We rip shit like burning DVD discs and

Write beats like Seabiscuit, gotta demist this

'Cause the humidity's up when we kick shit

I ride mafia like three sixes

You'll sleep with the fishes if he wishes

Ain't no cheap tricks here, ain't no three wishes

If you wanna grind it, you'll need our permission

If you want a hand, then better tell someone who gives a fuck

'Cause we don't give two or three shits-es

I, I mean business, I leave you in stitches

I leave you in the hospital with practitioner and a prescription

For more drugs than you ever had in your system

Man, just listen 'cause this the hottest shit that you ever have heard

Word, word, word to your mother

Word to your mother

[Chorus]

'Cause this that, that shit that you loving, yeah

This that, that shit that you loving, yeah

This that, that shit that you loving, yeah, yeah

[Outro]

I've been running this shit since I was a foetus

We keep running this shit, have you going to feed us

And some of you might say that this shit has cheaters

And I'm not saying that we agree, but we don't disagree either

I keep rolling around with my crew, it's that H.O.B. shit

Sensible J and Dutch keep dropping this here heat shit

Spell it, R-E-M-I, yeah, he keeps on being sick

H.O.B