DJ Jon - Who Dat lyrics

Pretty good with these raps here See I was waiting tables here late last year And now they want my autograph and I'm like "that's weird" Because I still rock cotton, no cashmere Suicide bombers out in pakistan, rapist in the congo Meanwhile I watch Paul Pierce pa** to Rondo Schnoz like Gonzo, hurts self-confidence But dudes can't see me like they only got consonants Get it? like they got no "I"s I say audacious sh**, it's greeted with "oh my"s Oh geez, yeah, you guessed it Got a sack of rhymes fatter than that girl from precious Moving on up so I got new stresses New bills put in my name like two S's (Spizzy Spose) Sat at my desk wrote raps and pa**ed tests My turn to school 'em now on who's the bestest Eyes on the prize, hands on the guest list Crossing names out so that I can keep my checks big Like fake breasts and they think I'm just reckless And staying lit like the f**ing sign for the exit Who dat? Who dat? Spose, Maine Who dat? Who dat? Spose, Maine, insane in the brain Look, we didn't have money at the start (f**ing broke!) My circle was at the bottom like a question mark It was back when we would park outside of Xtra-Mart And beg dudes to buy us beer while we waited in the car Break out the flashlight, I'll tell a couple stories Of some good time sh** and stuff that's abhorrent I don't give a f**, download it from a torrent And then play that sh** back to me when I become boring Like who dat, who dat, Spose, Peter Sparker I heard you do work while I do work harder They want my trade secrets, but I do not barter These guys are Devry online and I'm Harvard I watch them fading while they're hating Spose Cause I got it all, like a trading post Regular clothes, but stick out like a bo*er When I put lines on paper like I'm running out of toner Dough like Homer, so I'm feeling really grand Yeah, it's real again, your sh** is really bland And I need not conceal my plans Cause sunburns couldn't make you appealing, man