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Yeah
(I can feel your fire) When you niggas feel cold and your flows ain't got it no more nigga?! (I can feel your fire) Yeah nigga, you know what it is nigga, Gilla House nigga Yo check me out yo yo yo Red gone wild, more stunts than a fog I A buncha wild drunk niggas yellin' raw ha!! While you tryna get your weight up, but we on fire Gilla House don't die, leave da spot bone dry I want it all, are and E-D-M-A N, cock the semi A little henny in me It's like ya black hawk down I blast like a skinny Roll up ta the jam and party like little Penny My watch ain't for showin' time, it's for show and tell And I got it for sellin' dimes on A-O-L I'm off the hook, lookin' young, you gray as hell You off the hook cause punk you ain't pay your bills Redman, a truth nigga, put my name on it Gilla House, die harder than John McClane on it I'm smokin' sour diesel, gettin' head on my couch From a chick that resemble Rosie Perez in the mouth Simon Says swallow it ma, (Knock) don't spit it out Y'all got fat, I got a plan for y'all slimmin' down I ain't playin' no games nigga, I'm a take it there Break it there, Visine your block, till I make it clear, nigga?! (I can feel your fire) When you niggas gettin' cold and your flows ain't got it no more you like (I can feel your fire) Brick city on my back, Doc Grizzley on the track, have ya hood sayin' (I can feel your fire) East coast, west coast, down south, world wide, everybody like (I can feel your fire) Welcome me back like Carter, welcome back the father Keep it gutta, your problems, Bitch! |
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Yo Redman is the COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEST shit I done fuckin heard!
(Yeah, hahaha... this is Dr. Trevis, comin to y'all motherfuckers live) <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, I'm spittin my rhymes, we gonna get you To bump the music to break your neck to (Yo yo yo yo, ay ay ay) Yeah (Y'all muh'fuckers ain't ready) Yo, when I spit my rhymes, we gonna get you To bump the music to break your neck to You want the hard shit, nigga let me connect you It's 1-800-YO-GILLA; feel me flow I open doors for the newcomers I show you how to rock the mic, pull yo' pants up and do somethin I lay my hats where my boots stompin Whether Jersey or Australia with kangaroo jumpin Yeah, I feel that hip-hop's gone My pen catch attitudes, it cry in a song I laugh cause I'm a vet, and still get the guap as strong as any nigga, I ain't alarmed Yes y'all, it's the Doc, I'm back on my business With jizz for, real niggaz and my bitches I got my hands on my steerin wheel and stick shift Drivin by nigga, pissin on yo' picnic <i>[Chorus 2X: Redman]</i> One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin straight from the.."} One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin straight from the.."} One time for your motherfuckin mind Gilla House, is back in the buildin <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, yo I'm back on my grizzly, set the bear trap We don't work for Nike but sure can (Air) a mac My pen game tight in the hood like hair wraps You a (40 Year Old Virgin), gettin hair waxed Now, Reggie Noble '07 internation-al My girl got guns in her speghetti-strap gown If you love hip-hop, where my people at now? Relax now, got it mapped down, Gilla House I jump in the crowd (ohhhhhhhhhh!) Whenever I do it I do it loud, grown man style Since I was a child butt-naked I knew I would grow to be the one {?} on record <i>[Chorus w/ ad libs]</i> Ride nigga! |
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I got it, come on nigga
Oh, Oh Yeah, yo Yeah, get nigga Redman got fire nigga Shots are in your hood when I'm high nigga Shots of Cuervo fuckin' up my liver Shots from the camera's on my niggas Girlfriend drunk, so I'll jump around wit her I step inside, you're quiet like a mime nigga My watch do more things than James Bond nigga I'm gonna do it now, I ain't dyin' tryin' nigga (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl) You better grind, 'cause you ain't spending mine girl When Timbaland plan and I'll do the ground work Whether you in Tims, Air Force, or Converse Let me see the high niggas on the left side And whole muthafuckas smokin' on the right side You sayin' "fuck Gillahouse" nigga likewise This is how I walk up on your hoe, hey Put it down [Chorus:] Put it down, put it down, put it down (We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down) Put it down, put it down, put it down (Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we put it down) (Get nigga) Put it down, put it down, put it down (We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down) Put it down, put it down, put it down (Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we put it down) Who am I nigga? That dude who arrive nigga With a blueprint to all your supply nigga Fifteen percent tint on the fire nigga Sometimes I don't know what's inside nigga Let me show you how bricks get it live nigga The Time Warner's of the block, showtime nigga I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain't dialin' her A gold digger I can see the green mile in her (Put it down, put it down put it down fool) The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom "Yo get up, yo it's jewelry, it's costume" (Hahaha) Rollin' like drunk cowboys at high noon Let me see the high niggas on the east side And whole niggas get high on the west side A punk nigga outta line, he get checked like I roll up on his hoe and say, hey Put it down [Chorus] Look in my eyes nigga You see a great ball of fire nigga My trail is blazin', that's right, I'm high nigga A hard hip hop hitman for hire nigga My rims are so big, I fucked my alignment up Grown as hell, I don't throw signs nigga I continue to Flipmode's like Rah Digga Barbershop talk, come get you a line nigga It's permanent press steam on the iron nigga (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl) Wherever you pop shit you get found there Bitch you hot, little tacky with the horse hair Gillahouse, it's your year and it's on baby Where them high muthafuckas on the left side I know there's drunk muthafuckas on the right side You sayin' "fuck Redman" nigga likewise This is how I talkin' to your hoe, hey Put it down |
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| 3:29 |
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Gillahouse, take it from the top like this nigga
Yo, Redman 'Back in Business' like E-P-M D whips I drive, I gotta TV'em I tour New York down, so B.B. King 'em Found my way back home like E.T. finger I rock the arena, you know the drill Get high, get drunk, grab a hoe and chill Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson Foreign bitches feelin' me for my accent Talk like a boss, I can't complain When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James I got Brick City, even D.C. bitches They all steal for me outta P.C. Riches I move like a pimp, but I'm far from one Like Lil Weez, I got army guns Gimmie one, nigga [Chorus] 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 Yo, If you don't like me, fuck you, I flex one muscle Doc got more effects than kung fu hustle I'm uptown, buyin' the perk Lookin' cut clean, jeans, ? designer shirt Redman fell off, what the talks about? I wasn't lettin' y'all swim when the shark was out Rollin red carpet out, it's Jersey Me and them together is like Lil' Seymour and Big Percy I knew women from high school that picked on me Now I see them, they all wanna lick on me I hood down homie, rock like Bon Jovi I can work the night shift like he Brian Mobley Brick City, boy, my flow is on fire Disagree, I go in your mouth like botox Pick up Pete Rock, nigga, we all cool Hit the highway and ask, "Is the CL smooth?" nigga [Chorus] Your style might be parkay, but mine butter That bitch can't break no bread, then why fuck her I'm kinda cocky, homeboy, did I stutter? I pop the umbilical cord on my mother I jumped out the womb, I became a whale That's hard to harpoon, I need more room The hood love me, so I keep it real gully I got handsome, but my flow is still ugly Turn the treble out the track and I'll jet I lines in my rhyme are longer than Ikea I stay on my grind, but when I come up with an Idea The year, is party over here It's 5 years I disappeared, but I'm back And tell Nino Brown and them that I'm crack Grab my bozack, middle finger is up I got your grandma givin' it up Gimmie one, nigga! [Chorus] |
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<i>[Hook by Blam]</i>
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up If you on top getting hella guap stand up If you on da corner you a goner home and man up This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side A lil sumtn' for my G's on the West Side Now if ya want it we on it dog, ya know how it is We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz Let's get it, rahh <i>[Runt Dawg]</i> Y'all hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt Dawg System knock harder than the cops at your front door Muhfuckas always talkin' tough like they want war Matta fact next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on Yeah, Dawg home I break your jaw bone And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones Rappers don't come to Jers' Gun under my undershirt I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet" She say the hair on my chest look like taco meat Shit, two hammers Make your whole crew vanish I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras Bitch I'm like John Wayne Shot like LeBron James The chrome fo'-fo' pretty like Ricky Fontaine My gorillas kill a man We thicker than That wic check peanut butter that come in that big silver can <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Ready Roc]</i> Fuck it let's make it hot I'm reppin' for all my blocks Duckin', dippin' the cops Ready runnin' the dock Icarus in his sock We comin' straight from the bottom going straight to the top These haters want us to stop Groupies is on our cock Cuz they know it's going down like I'm Young Joc But I'm not Ready Roc Keep the pistol grip This some official shit Brick city keep it wrapped like a Christmas gift <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, eh yo cock it back click-click-click Hey! It's Dr Bombay Sick flow, get your Medicaid And I'm like Hey! My hometown is NJ Eyes redder than Reynaldo Rey I just blaze And I'm a soldier, better follow the leader And for guap I even smack kids like Madea I'm for re-a' Your boy is tight You got weed? Nigga show ya right Gimme a light <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Icadon]</i> Icadon nigga I got the semi with the lens I'm in Bushwick, Brooklyn lookin' pretty in the Benz Ghostwriter, got the spirit of Biggie in my pen Funk Doc said it's time to go, Gilla begins Icadon, you probably saw me leanin' in the B-M'er Fly nigga, baby my socks be up in the cleaners In the club with twin bitches steamin' on my reefer They both go at my balls like Venus and Serena What's good? <i>[Saukrates]</i> Nigga I double My trouble Through a war, price bubble Half dog and half gorilla, get a tight muzzle I shut you down like Smith infrared light gun do My Mrs Smith'll have you turn over that ice bundle Cadillac Devilles look right with that (Gilla House) Comin' through yo' speakers like my ice cream (in ya mouth) I shoot a bazooka not pipe dreams (Clear 'em out) My name is Saukrates get yo' hands up Gilla House! <i>[Blam]</i> This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up, hands up... |
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| 2:16 |
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<i>[Intro]</i>
WKYA Gilla House Radio Yeah niggaz, I'm back And the weather outside is hot than a motherfucker But we cold chillin in the Brick City So kick back, light some blunts Put your hands on a big fat greasy ass and turn the music up As we take yo' ass on a ride as Redman Goes Wild on WKYA! <i>[Redman]</i> Gilla House, yo, yo Come see the sideshow, nigga how it go? With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks You want the beef nigga? Here the prime roast My mic's the gun, the bullet's the 9-volt Fuck the convo, here go the pyro G.I. Joe, mixed with Desperado I ride low, with a bomb in the armrest Prepare to snipe a fucker like John F. Connect ya like Nynex, nigga holla I'm on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor Red is to blunt like redneck is to Marlboro This is our world, join the effect Clean your ears for Doc Donald Goines with a pen What more can I say, Doc billin Gilla general, Def Squad lieutenant Ill at will, thought you knew I'm in the hood, you (Most Wanted) up in (Malibu) I don't co-sign shit that ain't hundred percent Tryna blow money-wise like Bubba Gump Shrimp (Gilla!) I feel I'm young, out for the crumbs Shutgun warrior with a Wu-Tang tongue (Gilla!) How ya like that, tell me how ya like that How ya like that, tell me how ya like that Don't fuck around or walk around with an icepack I test your gangsta, didn't wanna fight back This for niggaz, Jews, and white trash I deliver them punchlines with a nice jab Smokin weed on a go-cart at Bo Craft BC-4, straight out of Low Cash Low Cash, Low Cash (WKYA!) Low Cash, yeah! <i>[Gov Mattic]</i> The new Brick City, low down, gritty Fo'-pound semi, minds I leave 'em empty Keep the fo'-pound round the nine-milli with me So when the Feds run up, they likely not to hit me Like J-Kwon everybody, in the club tipsy You be on the mixtapes soundin like 50 But this is Brick City, Gilla House we comin through Smokin blunts, sippin Henny too Girls is bouncin, niggaz bouncin too On the blocks, new whips we drivin through We gettin money, CD's is pay-per-view At the go-go girls come up into So listen up as we tell y'all what to do Come holla at my motherfuckin crew (yeah!) |
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| 4:10 |
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Redman in the house, ya don't stop
Gilla House in the house, ya don't stop Def Squad in the house, ya don't stop Wu Tang in the house, ya don't stop Hip-Hop in the house, ya don't stop Redman gotta light that green People always say, "What the hell does that mean?" Wussup homeboy I'm a muhfuckin' rider Custom made Airs and my shoes never tied up Hardcore shit, do it eazier than wider While you sittin' home gettin' baby mama drama Jersey, Uptown - go pick my weed up Broke? I aint turning your C to a D cup Bitch I'm a G! I never give my keys up Not even half if you didn't sign a pre-nupt Watch how we thump I'm 'bout my bid-ness You about to go downtown like the shiznit Witness! Yeah boy I get ya dumb like white people lookin' for weird noise Hood down, got B. Smalls on my white tee And my chain look like an italian icee Redman nigga Grind like brakes Cause I'm after that cake Like Steadman nigga! <i>[Hook]</i> Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle And everywhere I go I kick a freestyle And every time I move these women freestyle Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle Redman gotta light that green People always say, "What the hell does that mean?" Okay yo, I got Bricks in the building Young kids out here, flip ya like Wilson Pilgrim! There it is The block is Tina Marie, yeah I'm on my square biz Turn up the kid like volume ten And you could brown-nose me 'til the album in You was hot when your style was in Now ya lookin' at Gilla, "I wish I was down with them" No time to turn back, I keep my eyes focused Slow like I'm on the I-95 smoking Like Ocean's Twelve When I'm postin' smell My zip lock when the red line open Fat girls like, "Yo that's my hero." Enough of them to pull a Five-Five-Zero Incog-negro, after the cream I'm in your hood like (WatchTime?) magazine I mean, for bullshit my nose keen And only takes one hit to get in those jeans It's not your ass, girl it's your brain Now when I hit it I keep the chicken lo mein Back on the train like "Who the hell are you?" I'm Doc, I bring heat like number 32 Brick city niggas, yeah yeah a rider La-La-La don't steal my damn lighter See I'm on point, never catch me slippin' Storch on the track, watch how Reggie rip it Sniff it, you'll know it's on again Walked in this muhfucka like I own da bitch I'm not in Cancun I'm out in Grant tomb On one wheel throwing it up like, "Man move!" Back on my grizzly, yeah take that You want the crack I prepared it ASAP! <i>[Hook]</i> Wussup homegirl we a muhfuckin riders Met her outside of the Copacabana Far from a sucka, pull out the 'lama And tell on myself like, "Yo well your honor:" See, I blast on sight when I move That battery pack on my back stay full I aint no joke, I keep y'all steppin' Doc got next nigga drop y'all weapon Screen on my mic got hash tar resins Engineer fucked up, laughing all reckless I'm like, "Shutup! Gilla house got this." Arms grew longer for my short pockets Stop it? I wish I can I'm trying to be building green like MGM Grand Get it? Redman, who the fuck are you? Got weed? Let me bust a U nigga! <i>[Hook]</i> Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla |
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<i>[Intro]</i>
{"One-two one-two"} ... W, K, Y, A Haha, Def Squad niggaz {"One-two one-two"} Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla, Gilla House Ooh {"So let's do a little somethin like this"} <i>[Redman]</i> Yeah, yo, check it out I'ma walk in gutta, get that butter Only dude with a weed sign on the chucker Hood down, car kinda loud from the muffler Like DAMN when I profile at the Rucker Bitches (Got Game), I'm (Above the Rim) Call my gun Magnolia Soulja Slim Do "The Freak" on the floor, two steps to the side Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh I got sour diesel roll One hit of this bitch, your whole staff is (out of control) {"Ohh!"} I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth I'm Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch) I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp! Blaow gotcha, you the best nigga call the doctor Like Chinese tryin to salsa It's never gonna be in (Groove), call Stella back Holiday Inn 'em, then back in the shuttle van Bitch give me head on the first date, what a fan Three best MC's I think on the other hand Stand like an officer, not a gentleman Niggaz get rich off of stolen car settlements! <i>[Chorus: Biz Markie (Erick Sermon)]</i> I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball Hah hey-hey-hey, we gon' do a lil' somethin like this I say (Y'knowmsayin so I said) I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball Hah hey-hey-hey {"So let's do a little somethin like this"} (Huh, huh, y'knowmsayin so I said) <i>[Erick Sermon]</i> (Yeah) I also walk in gutta, holdin my dick A New York nigga man back in the mix I walk up in the spot man cameras click Cheese, all out my pocket; can't stop it (uhh) All you can do now boy is just respect it I ain't par tomorrow but the E is connected Look what happens when you spin the records Hip-Hop at its best, nothin to mess with (yeah) I'm right here, there's no need to download I attract hoes, I ain't gotta hound those I call the shots, no need to brown-nose Cut the check at 40 grand for shows I'm (Fresh) like Doug E., I show ya The beat got it (Clap) like them boys from 'Nolia, I told ya Yeah, I do it real big by a coat check With no bling-bling around my neck, yup Redman and Sermon, with two icons Nigga, I got a gut, fuck pythons I'm an extremist (huh) who shake tracks the meanest I'm what a hip-hop fiend is <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Keith Murray]</i> Yeah, I also walk in gutta, reppin my clique A Def Squad nigga yeah, all in your mix Niggaz talk shit you get your ass kicked I ain't a Blood, but I'll throw you out the whip (word up) What you know about Pinot Gregio and roasted duck (huh?) With a mean street team outside posted up Toasted up, ready to roast a duck (uh-huh) When I say street team, I don't mean niggaz that put posters up (word) Let's be blatant, you achin and ancient We capered in your hood with dirty machetes and bloody aprons I'll acquire a tec, quiet your rep Stay quiet as deaf, or Kanye's choir rep (uh-huh) As I make another left, quiet I crept, quiet you slept I'm back with the tec, like I never left (surprise niggaz!) See frivolous beef'll get you curiously shot (uh-huh) You fuckin with Keith, I think seriously not (hell no) I ATTACK like a blue-nose pit off gunpowder (yeah) And love to soup the beef up just like clam chowder With my Squad in the house, we misbehave Get drunk and tongue-kiss bitches like Flavor Flav <i>[Chorus]</i> {"One-two one-two... please man don't get with that bullshit"} {"So let's do a little somethin like this..."} |
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| 5:55 |
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Yeah, Brick City
Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil You'll be spittin' what I spit when the day is over Tryin' to be me in the mirror, sayin' it over Yeah, he's all right, but you not real I'm a dog, s*** I eat the food I steal Floors ain't dirty enough My game is like carryin' shotguns and 21 rough Doctor, I'm like the war on drugs I don't stop, I'm all night vampire blood Underground chud, since a kid I finger painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves I'm in yo' college campus corridor You should call me Uno, the way I draw four Brick City law, strip to your drawers Boy now I can pick up two pair from the mall It's time for Doc to check yo' a*** n*** It ain't hard, it's an easy pass n*** For the paper, I'm offendin' neighbors Runnin' my label out an old Winnebago n*** Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that funk to you (Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs) Gilla House, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado (Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn) Shh, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla Yo, uh, oh, Redman back in your town You'll get drug n*** like wedding gowns After 12, whattup to Dogg Pound I roll out, like my earrings got ball bearings Give me a Grammy to show my mammy How I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy's I prove that I never left the street I just knew I had to come back, with extra heat for y'all Be-More are ya ready? Colorado are ya ready? I'm at your neck like a Doberman mouth With like 40 m*** out the covenant house, ya heard? Gilla house in the circuit And how we do it on purpose, only way to surface Def Squad is the foundation Three dawgs attached to 98 Dalmatians Yeah, where them gilla niggaz out at night You better run 'til you see the light, light Yo, I know I had you waitin' But death was chasin' me and my eight friends for Final Destination Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that funk to you (Yeah, yeah, yo E-Dub, this is hot nigga) Gilla house, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado (Yeah, Brick City, Milwaukee, California where ya at?) Okay now, take off your shirt and relax Let all your tensions out, just relax, just relax, just relax (Gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla) Yo, I keep my ears to the street 'cause that's my job But even the streets can steer you wrong I'm walkin' with one man above me Nuttin' on my waist, but if it's on you hearin' the palm You forgot I'm ten years deep and out them ten years I got two weeks of sleep and caffeine free Amazin' right? I got a street team That'll get paid to snipe Yeah, by any means, I'm behind the curtain My Betty Shabazz, hope I make it home, I invade alone Catch you in the truck, babblin' on the phone I miss you, I stick up your chaperone's It's a dirty dog world, say it louder Every Friday I'm bein' chased by Craig's father That's why I'm on the low like pro And my file is too hi tech to call next I got a heart the size of John Q's son And on the mic, I'm him times two of 'em Y'all n*** get your s*** together 'Cause gilla house n***, prepare for whatever You, you shoulda knew that we gon' bring Got to bring that funk to you, to you That gilla house is comin' through And what you b*** a*** n*** gonna do, do, do, do, do, ohh, ohh You and you and you, you shoulda knew That we got to bring that funk to you, you, you Gilla house is comin' through And what your crew gonna do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do |
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| 4:22 |
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<i>[Redman (Al Green sample)]</i>
Yeah, Gilla! (Right now, right now, right now, right now) Yeah, Gilla! (Right now, right now, right now, right now) Ladies and gentlemena_쨀Al Green! <i>[Verse 1: Redman]</i> Yo! Yo dogg! I'mma get this - shhhhhhh! - up, poppin' like "Yeah!" Chicken drawers be droppin' like "Yeah!" I keep a dirty apartment like "Yeah!" Fall when I hit the target like "Yeah!" Y'know how it be, yo! Rep that hood, Clint Easthood Neighborhoods never sleep good, I make it understood My shoes too big Violate, you'll be gettin' your news through B.I.G. A big rig for a big kid - that's me! I should've got a scholarship for Athlete's Feet Duck Down - breathe, pure uncut I can bag it in dimes, (Freakniks) like (Beat Street) A-T-L, beat-beat, what the deal? You (Okay) like Ciara, let's freaka_쨀for now! Gotta' build my clientele like Nino Hip hop's (Departer), I (Deboe) the East Coast Three's a crowd, keep two in the peep coat When I in, I do it again like TiVo Doctor, bill it! Blocks gonna feel it! Def Jam, feel it! Street team, deal it! I'm back in the game again - ughhhh! - y'all My money kinda' short, so I'm comin' for y'all G-I-Double L-A, be out in L.A. (Child) was (Destine) like 'Chelle be and Kelly <i>[Chorus 2x's: Redman (Al Green sample)]</i> Hold up! Wait a minute! Tell me again! Yo, when you gonna drop it? (Right now, right now, right now, right now) Not now, but right now! GILLA! Not now, but right now! GILLA! <i>[Verse 2: Redman]</i> You know what it is! Yo dogg! I be in the UK, gettin' boo-tay You at home, gettin' loose change for a bouquet Too late, got cha girl by my two braids And a sidekick 'cause the chick go two ways! Heyyyy! Doctor (Inda Buildin') Never get gassed when the camera filmin' "Blaow! Blaow!" - Don't know the half As soon as somethin' "Brrrrrrrat!" - Haul ASS! Me, I'm never scared, I die on my two feet And you confused like a Jew wearin' kufis I'll rip your MC, no matter whose street Call ?? and how Doc abuse loose-leaf Yeah, I bought a jeep sellin' loosies GILLA! The illest since Thrilla Of Manilla Chickens on yo' block, know I'm that GILLA! Yo - ugh! - got Botox and mine's on liquor! <i>[Chorus 2x's: Redman (Al Green sample)]</i> Hold up! Wait a minute! Tell me again! When you gonna drop it? (Right now, right now, right now, right now) Not now, but right now! GILLA! Not now, but right now! GILLA! <i>[Verse 3: Redman]</i> Yo, if your block on fire I come through and put it out with my saliva Through each paragraph in ultraviolet Got neighborhoods - "Hi dogg, I'm the palette" Blunt or a chalice, Red is the Wildest I'm on some newa_쨀shhhh! You on my olda_쨀shhh! You just confused it Doc is the Boss here, nobody move now! <i>[Method:]</i> Desert Storm, leavin' no clue around! Smell manure now, Redman stinkin' AA meetings, my ink-pen drinkin' Dead men don't blink, I (Stay Alive) Since a Bee Gee, I kept (Fire In My Eye) Erick Sermon back, homey never left Now the beats he bang, make you rubberneck I'll bounce you like a voice-check I'm a (Bulldog) like I'm a Ge-Ge-Georgetown HOYA! <i>[Chorus 4x's: Redman (Al Green sample)]</i> Hold up! Wait a minute! Tell me again! When you gonna drop it? (Right now, right now, right now, right now) Not now, but right now! GILLA! Not now, but right now! GILLA! <i>[DJ Say What]</i> Yeah! WKYA Radio Where We Kickin' Your bloodclot Ass! Now bouncin' off the Reggae Hour, we have some Brand new music, brand new release Dedicated to all ?cherrybin? people, all over the world! BANG THIS! |
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This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area Gilla House niggas! <i>[Reggea adlib]</i> <i>[Hook]</i> "Want you to know, ya" 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez "Can you understand?" 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez <i>[Redman]</i> Hey yo move out, roll in Haters out, hoes in Walk in the club, low brim Hanging out like clothes pins I hustle flow/ do my show/ attract women Keep that heat and the John Lennon Boy you won't catch me arguin' Brick City, that's right! Hood down, hands up! Red "Lord of the Ring" (clean?), lookin' for that Precious I'm talking weed and women, when the trouble come I'm 'bout it Shit I'd rather get caught with my gun then get caught without it It's Gilla House nigga, you know we here to smoke DJ keep it Kool, Reggie let me UH-HAH clear my throat When I'm in yo' town man', you better act a fool Turn your college dorm to Rodney Dangerfield- Back to School! <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Ready Roc]</i> 'Round here we blow treez (blow treez) 'Til our nose bleed Started with a quarter then slowly smoked up a O-Z Ready keep it raw like a nigga ordered a whole ki' "Nigga let me hit ya blunt" Nah, you don't know me Gilla! Gilla House and Gotti click Bang like karate flicks Duck when the shotty spit Or land in a pile of shit Known to make you cowards bleed Smokin' on that Sour Dies' That cali weed's So funky we call it cottage cheese I'm in the powered V-12 Look at all these females Jockin' me cuz of all the records that we sell Got them pounds for retail Hit me on my email And drop bombs dot com, yo who need L's? <i>[Hook]</i> Yo, yo my bud'll do ya Method Man constant drug abuser Occasional boozer And I'm slick as Rick the Ruler I piss in the sewer Underground man, I spits manure Plus make maneuvers With Doc/ That sixteen shot/ Ruger Is back on your block/ blastin' a shot/ like screw ya Fuck everybody that knew ya My dogs are Oogka-Dupa They Bark and they bite I Darken your life Muthafuckas slippin' like wearing Gators Walking on ice This is New Edition, I'm Hot Tonite I spit it right/ ya Gots to like Tell Sean Paul I Gots a light One in the head, Stop ya life Huh, my niggas stay on the block/ Slingin' them rocks/ until the Cops (indict?) Ya heard <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Reggae adlib]</i> |
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How many motherfuckers that smoke?
<i>[Inhales]</i> Who got some chronic in this motherfucker? Gilla House! <i>[Barking]</i> "That sounds good" One-Deuce Yo yo well it's the Soopaman Luva nah bitch Reggie Noble Middle finger up in photos Your flow? Eh, so so Call me that nigga that got the bounce And I'll pull up to the party witta half a ounce I got them niggas in the back and they yellin' "HO!" Punk niggas start runnin' like panty hose Got the Sour Dies' waving up high in the sky They're saying, "Redman roll up and let's get high" <i>[Hook]</i> Well it's the Soopaman Luva nah bitch call me Pimp Nutz (Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz (Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz Rollin' through your muthafuckin hood in the big truck (What?) b-b-big truck (What?) b-b-big truck Well it's the Soopaman Luva nah bitch call me Pimp Nutz (Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz (Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz Rollin' through your muthafuckin hood in the big truck (What?) b-b-big truck, b- b-b-big truck Well you can tell how I spit, I don't really give a fuck I be rollin' through your neighborhood middle finger up Like "Yo wussup nigga, what happened to my weed? Last time I seen yo' ass you gave me some chicken feed! I had to roll on you and show you how it go" You know how Bricks flow We pullin' da fo'-fo' Hang out the sunroof and I'm yellin' out "YO! What happened to my weed and what happened to my dough?" My motion real slow When I start to bust And I get the party bubblin' like Alka Seltzer Plus You niggas smoke dust If my flow aint tight Cause I'm tight like a jewish wife I'm that nice Nigga you know Red, I be at the party Like drinking Bacardi With somebody Had to smack a chick for touching my face I'm like, "Bitch don't you know there's a gun in my waist?" <i>[Hook]</i> Now you don't have to ask nigga who got the bomb I shotgun like the arm Or Roger moms When I pull it ya ask, "What's Happening?" We aint talking, we doin' the gavelin' It's Reggie Noble on the scene Call me Mr Green I got my P.O. thinking that my system clean Before I seen her, I gargle with the Listerine So she can turn my felony to a misdemean' I'm like, "Bitch don't you know who I be?" I could go cash a check without no ID I'm a East Coast legend, you should know 'bout me This is for my 'hood bitches and real OG's If you're really unaware That we insane then tell us I'm in my underwear Like Damon Wayans in Colors White tee, Air Force got 'em different colors 550 S Benz make a nigga jealous <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Redman as WKYA DJ ad libs until end]</i> |
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Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit Gilla nigga, and we abide by the blueprint We ain't all loud, holla and whoopin Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nothin' You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin' I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy And even for that cake I'll fuck Lil' Debbie Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore Get shut down! Yeah, knock your mans off Wouldn't trade places if you ? or Randolph Shorty shorty, give me that body Start a riot 'til security on the walkie Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it! [Chorus] You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit You could hold dis blaow! And niggas is, nig' And niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me You could hold dis blaow! Gilla House foundation (yeah) Gilla House foundation (aww yeah) Gilla House foundation (thorough niggas, no, no!) Gilla House foundation (monkey niggaz) Yo, Gilla nigga, era, fuck you, pay me Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key It's like Janet, "What Have You Done for Me, Lately?" Nothin', I blew up, you try to inflate me Dog, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood So when you get here show a whole lot of love Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a truck I don't condone, I got kids to relate to "Redman Gone Wild" - hear the new debut Fox 5 a nigga, boy that's great news Now I'm back in the, hood like Grey Goose Who gon' stop me? I'm razor sharp With Gilla niggas front line, and Jay the boss Y'all chicken ass niggas blood made of broth But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New York So all you West Coast niggas, get that money Cause these Brick City dudes get that money It's gonna be, one pussy that'll act funny ("Yo I'm gon' get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin'") Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy ? I'm fucked up, I slipped my own self a mickie Doin' dirty, I'm triple-X "XXX" like Vin Dies' Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy's Shorty shorty, give me that body Start a riot 'til security on the walkie Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin' Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it! [Chorus] Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla Yeah, Gilla niggas (Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla) Thorough niggaz Monkey niggas (blam) |
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<i>[Intro: Redman]</i>
Gilla House niggas Check it out ('Cause I like it!) <i>[Verse 1: Redman]</i> Yo! I'm Ghetto Fab, hungry Beastie Boy with (Brass Monkey) Humphey Bogartin' the whole country Chunky women love Doc (Projects) pump me like Pat My pimp game is like rugby Doctor, you know New flow, new dough Drunker than Woodrow, good time with a hood ho Mutombo, stack that bread tall Two chromey things like the back of my rear exhaust Redman, dog - something wrong, strong arm If I don't get (Chips) like Ponch and John You get slapped like Dee Barnes (Doctor), not Dre And eating - but, I'm after the entree! My watch got TV's in, CD in play Wanna find D-O, I'm knee-deep in MJ (Boy), I'm (Bad) And You've Got Mail And I need brain - she said (Yes) like he 112 <i>[Chorus: Redman (Saukrates)]</i> PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! Gilla House in this bitch and we - GET 'EM! Y'all know y'all can't fuck with us! GET 'EM! When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM! (Fuck the club, man!) (I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!) <i>[Verse 2: Saukrates (Redman)]</i> Saukrates, all action, less talk I'm paid to make the muscle under your chest talk GILLA! Attack like that pump he lets off 20 motherfuckers hittin' from the chest up! Saukrates, worldwide name God put me D, now worldwide game (GILLA!) Niggas keep a burner by the flame 'Cause when shit get hot, we already came! Saukrates, double vision, double incision Double the pimpin' - takeover! One of a kind, a stark reminder to any mark Who wanna' stop the run of my cake over! She ain't missin', she just kissin' On my johnson, shit was out of the frame Like (D) video, How Does It Feel? That Gilla House chill It's Saukrates season, better shoot to kill! <i>[Chorus: Redman (Saukrates)]</i> PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! Gilla House in this bitch and we - GET 'EM! Y'all know y'all can't fuck with us! GET 'EM! When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM! (Fuck the club, man!) (I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!) <i>[Verse 3: Icadon (Redman)]</i> (Y'all knowwwww!) If Ick tell you to give your cash up, move faster! Or this ratchet gonna' blast ya! (My flowwwwwww!) Is like a natural disaster Bricks the Brook-lon, the crack move faster! (I blowwwwwwwwww!) Backwoods on the master Dro' grown in the cold waters of Alaska (Where I goooooooooo!) I don't ever fold a map up Wack, fuck (Navigation) in the black truck! Icadon, I own the dick your chick's on Gilla House! I'm clique strong, the fifth long My name reign, from Bricks to Brick-ston But I'm from Brook-lon, don't get flipped on! I'm nice with my metal wear, ice in the ghetto If I die - nigga, your wife is a widow! I'll nice with the fiddle I'll make the belly button a bulls-eye, nigga! I'll put my knife in the middle! <i>[Chorus: Redman (Saukrates)]</i> PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! Gilla House in this bitch and we - GET 'EM! Y'all know y'all can't fuck with us! GET 'EM! When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM! (Fuck the club, man!) (I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!) <i>[Nasty Nadj]</i> This is Nasty Nadj on WKYA Radio |
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<i>[Redman (Snoop Dogg)]</i>
(Mary Jane!) Ladies and gentlemen, your host for the night (This gets me) Doctor! (Ugh, ugh! All choked up!) On top of that, we got Uncle Snoop! And my man Nate Dogg From The Bricks! <i>[Nate Dogg (Redman)]</i> How do I maintain in this world? (And you say Brick City!) A world that's proven meaningful (And you say Brick City!) How do I survive the haters? (And you say Brick City!) How to take the very thing I work fo'? (And you say Brick City!) Where do I go when I'm hiding? (And you say Brick City!) Only I don't know, I just gotta' go buy <i>[Redman]</i> Yeah, yo Snoop! If I feel in love with another drug, I'd always be broke Then I'll never have that Purple to smoke, I don't do Coke! Dogg, I rarely drink Pepsi Only Reggie weed would give you epilepsy! When I talk, dog - never indirectly! I'm blunt - you got weed, chumps? I do about 45 over speed bumps So when you tryna roll, your weed on the flo' (Gimme me some weed, nigga!) Joe Piscopo, I play too much That's why my Saturday Night is Liver than yours I'll fight niggas over Mary Jane Even beat Steven's ass on Jerry Spring Ask The Dogg, my weed religion - basic! Only nation for the weed, is Gold Nation Now you high, then throw it up Even Rick James had to sing about her, it's <i>[Chorus: Nate Dogg (Snoop Dogg) {Redman}]</i> Oooooooooooh (Mary Jane) Mary Jane (Mary Jane) ('Cause I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all day!) {Brick City!} Oooooooooooh (Ha ha, Mary Jane) {Sing that!} Oooooooooh, Mary Jane (Mary Jane) ('You know what, see I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all night!) {And you say Long Beach!} <i>[Nate Dogg (Redman)]</i> I'm in love with Mary Jane She's my main thang (And you say Long Beach!) Stay away from hocus pocus That gives me headaches, mayne (And you say Long Beach!) And when my sack gets low No, I don't get uptight I go and find my girl Once again, it's on tonight! (Yo, Uncle Snoop!) <i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> One for the money, and two for the show And three for the papers, and four for the dro Here we go, let it flow Just make sure the end's tight Take a poof, tell me what it hit like! Paper bag, fill it with the chippers My new nickname, Mr. Black Jack Tripper Two bitches and a pad, at the same time (Hey, Snoop!) And I cracked 'em both wit the same lines "Do you like to smoke?" "Can I take your coat?" "Hennessey with a dash of Coke?" (Hennessey with a dash of Coke?) Niggas tryna holla' like "whoopty whoop" Let the bitches co-ride in Snoopy Coupe You're rollin' with a motherfuckin' winner And you might win a treat to a TV dinner We got rules to the game (nephew) Nephew, the only bitch I love is Mary Jane! Now, tell the truth! <i>[Chorus: Nate Dogg (Snoop Dogg) {Redman}]</i> Oooooooooooh (Mary Jane) Mary Jane (Mary Jane) {And you say Long Beach!} ('Cause I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all day!) {And you say Brick City!} Oooooooooooh (Ha ha, Mary Jane) {Sing that - and you say Long Beach!} Mary Jane (Mary Jane) ('You know what, see I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all night!) {And you say Brick City!} Oooooooooooh (Mary Jane) {Yeah, and you say Long Beach!} Mary Jane (Mary Jane) ('Cause I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all day!) {And you say Brick City!} Oooooooooooh (Mary Jane) {Gilla House - and you say Long Beach!} Mary Jane (Mary Jane) ('Cause I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all night!) {And you say Brick City!} <i>[Snoop Dogg - singing]</i> Mary Jane She make you do thangs that a nigga wouldn't normally do, do Mary Jane She make a nigga do thangs that I wouldn't normally wouldn't do-hoo! Oooh, Mary Jane I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all day And I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all night! |
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<i>[Intro (Redman)]</i>
Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!) (Gilla House!) UK, Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit (Gilla House, ya heard?) You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts! (Gilla.. Gilla.. Gilla.. let's go!) <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, yo Muscle my way in, '07's mine Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find Plasma TV on the mirror outside I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down from Vietnam that look like Nia Long I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs You got chubby? I got chubby too Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView You funny, I flood the area tsunami Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em (Dry Me) I'm married to the game, the bride's my music When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston! I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr Redman in-shurrr, it's the principality Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11 I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it Same crib on MTV Cribs mine I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough I run up in your hood like 80 deep Have it sound like (Drumlines) at A&T, muh'fucker <i>[Chorus: Redman]</i> Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check White tee - check, Goretex - check When we said we number one - we lied We number one two three four AND five Gilla House - check, Brick City - check 89 - check, cash yo - check "They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin" <i>[scratch:]</i> Holla at your b-boy-boy! <i>[Redman]</i> If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up And if you find it I got 10 on the dub I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room? Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace I was broke as hell, first time I made it Now e'rything I own is voice activated Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together <i>[Chorus: Redman]</i> Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check White tee - check, Nike Air - check When we said we number one - we lied We number one two three four AND five Gilla House - check, Uptown - check Purple haze - check, cash yo - check "They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin" <i>[scratch:]</i> Holla at your b-boy-boy! |
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<i>[Intro: Redman (Blam)]</i>
Gilla, yeah! Man, fuck that, nigga! (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) Yes, sir! Gilla House! You already know the business, nigga! Gilla House, nigga! <i>[Verse 1: Redman]</i> Yo, you ain't gotta' ask, dog - who am I? I walk in the street, my middle finger in the sky And ever since a young boy, I had the hunger in my eye So when you cut the check, if you don't gimmie mine <i>[Chorus: Blam]</i> It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die If you want that GRIT And you're about the DOUGH Better do it like a G, baby! <i>[Bridge: Redman (Blam)]</i> They call me crazzzzzzzzzay I walk around like I just don't care Once you get a grip If I have to, I'll grab my fifth And throw shit up, put your hands in the air I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire! (Gilla goodie with the glamour) (Now it's time to bust!) (Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!) <i>[Chorus: Blam]</i> It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die Suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die If you want that GRIT And you're about the DOUGH Better do it like a G, baby! <i>[Verse 2: Redman]</i> Redman, (Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES! I got strippers on the pole They like "Aiiiiiyyyo!" Nigga, I got flow My jewels is drippin' All on the nuts, 'cause I do shit different Doc is chillin', Jerz is chillin' What can I say - fuck your feelin's Dog, if you broke, you got it wrong I'm tryna be (Paid In Full) like Mitch's home, nigga! Ring the alarm, Redman crack And if you get sleepy, then go take a nap! My boys in the 'Lac, I'm right there wit' 'em They ask, "What's that?" "This shit here, nigga?" "This shit here, nigga?" This shit called Def SQUAD, proceed to rock your project! You far from a threat like "Who is you?" Better relax and say "What's up, baby boo?" <i>[Bridge: Redman (Blam)]</i> They call me crazzzzzzzzzay I walk around like I just don't care Once you get a grip If I have to, I'll grab my fifth And throw shit up, put your hands in the air I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire! (Gilla goodie with the glamour) (Now it's time to bust!) (Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!) <i>[Chorus: Blam]</i> It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die Suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die If you want that GRIT And you're about the DOUGH Better do it like a G, baby! <i>[Verse 3: Redman]</i> Understand that Gilla House (Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES! If you can't get a job, I feel your stress! You can smell the (Funk), when the (Master Flex) It's underground, nigga - (Protect Ya Neck) Yeah, Bricks is chillin', Staten chillin' What can we say - fuck your feelings! Big girls like "Redman the shit!" I had dreams of fuckin' me a fat chick! (Bee-atch!) Let's do this, (Red Gone Wild) I'm like a warrior tryna get to Coney Isle Boy, I'm hood down, so don't try to play me For that (C.R.E.A.M.), I get a little crazzzzzzzzzzzzay! Yeah, my attitude is rude like "Fuck you, pay me!" Stay on my grind I'll show you how to make 100 thou' from a dime! Fuckin' wit' mine It's a - SUICIDE! |
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