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It's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all, pumpin it yes y'all
D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh y'all Lettin the bass thump on and strong and hard for PPP Engineerin the cut is E Double E Yo, it's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all! .. Yo, yo yo, when I hear a "BASS" This goes out to my niggaz and y'all bitches The Benzes, Range Rovers, and sixty-four switches The C.I.A., Feds and even dogs sniffin I plant a bomb right by the bar when it starts kickin Doc stompin ground, Brick City hound WHAT? Guerillas out the jungle get gritty now WHAT? I'm walkin barefooted over loads of hot coal Cuts from the snot-nose keep your barbershop closed When it goes, Flex don't have to drop the bomb on it I keep my speech, +Bleek+, and my right mind on it So when it's time, I'm heard in the streets My mammal animal skin, excitin all the birds in your Jeep I'm crazy nigga, when I was young I spread and shaved both legs to my babysitter Ran into Bebe's Kids in a baby pickup Shot up Toys R Us and robbed Kay-Bee nigga! This is +Def+ poetry far beyond my control Fuck your teflon, be body-armed like the toll Unload from my Girbauds and make it hot for homey I puff so much of that green I BLEED guacemole It's like Shaq and Kobe, I be for four quarters Callin veternarians to get the doggs off ya "Animals Attack - Part Four," people starin I'm not the type of Focker that'll go and meet your parents I'm outside trick or treatin, fuck if my chick is cheatin I'm hungry as FUCK, and I hope you niggaz sick of eatin It's like the fourth letter, tenth letter, third letter Chickenhawk bird-getter, holla if you heard better I got a chick with no-ass-a'tall I fuck her for the love of that money, not basketball And when my man comes home, and the Def Squad is back YO, GIMME THAT RAP GAME, WE'LL TAKE CHARGE OF THAT |
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Smokin! (Okay!)
[monkey sounds:] oooh oooh ahh ahh ahh Here we go.. smokin! (Okay!) [more muted monkey sounds] [Redman] Yo, yo.. jungle habitat, peep the wildlife in the open Off the hook, nigga dial twice if it's broken Doc, wall to wall with a mic and I'm loc'n, shit You might find termites in the chokin(?), yes D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.O." (Okay!) And I'll prove it when I redline a buck-three-oh Hoes wit it, but never gave a fuck befo' I'm frontin a hundred on top, and ones below Bitches - fuck you star hoes, my hoes run out department stores with alarms and bar codes on Think you catchin me and my bitch? You dead wrong I'm over here prepared, blowin a air horn {*BLAAM!*} You niggaz talk widdit I do it blind blindfolded without walkin with sticks As dark as it gets, you slept in the Bricks Now you lose - like e'ry year, you betin the Knicks We walk, dogs with more balls than pool rooms (Okay!) Attitude wolf, I react to full moons (aoooooo) I, shoot up the place so y'all can see You stuck up like them white boys on Harley's be [Chorus: Redman] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) All my niggaz out in Brooklyn keep your heaters cookin keep the mamis lookin (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) All my niggaz out in Jersey keep smokin the hershey keepin your money thirsty (Yeah yeah!) [Redman] Yo, yo dawg, I'm an MC, I don't think how you rap stars'll think I rush you, like you made the last call for drinks My pipes burst and I ain't installed the sink A radiator, I keep it in the car to mink Chk-chk, yo trail the Bricks where I wrestle grizzly bears (Okay!) and stick a track for it's snare and kick When it's committed, damned if you see 'em again Cold-hearted, leaves fall off the tree on my Timbs Help me; I keep the flow cold like uris(?) The words practically geronimo off the disk When Flex bomb it look, everybody runnin You bitches goin wild, even Kitey wanna tongue 'em I'm like the Gooch, lookin for Arnold Drummond Walkin with a trenchcoat to part the pumpin Like MJ, I wanna be startin somethin Whoever ain't widdit, gotta move widdit One-fo'-fo' hydro smoke to choke on (Okay!) Branson holdin handguns to toke on Uptown with Big L watchin over He tell me there's NARC's parked on the shoulder (Look over there) I don't care, cause I'm drunk as hell Shit I do eighty on a speed bump to bail Doc Deebo, keep both cannons on reload Weed keep my fingertips yellow like Cheetos [Chorus] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in Atlanta that, carry the hammer Wrap 'em with bandanas (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in the Chi, that smoke on the lai Proceed to gun-fire (Yeah yeah!) [Redman] Yo, to my bitches, my niggaz jump up It's Elmer Fudd with the shotty pump, who want duck? Ride in my hooptie, back, slumped up Five niggaz with me, strap, pumped up Dump Forrest Gump, hand on the pump Janitor, gettin drunk off a janitor drum Way I spit, on my tongue, I branded the gun Tarzan, I rap loud, animals come.. .. I'm on top of a giraffe neck throwin spears, I'm Def Squad in both ears Y'all niggaz ready for streets? Here it is Circle status, with no pyramids [Chorus] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in the West that walk without a vest That just brrrrrap (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my bitches in the Bricks that get they money quick That get they pussy licked (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot! [BLAM] |
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Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches Time to put down the Cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker.. Turn me up some Yo [Red as an old woman] Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here? No, it can't be! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! [Redman] Yo.. yo, gimme some room I'm throwin elbows Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them? If I gotta pay to get in the club I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P. I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P My dress code is all black when I'm makin the moves Similar to the new Playstation 2 I can't help it if the club only packin a G And the fire marshal wanna shut it down in 3 And you ballin ass niggaz, whose dressed to kill for the hoes showin the toes with extra heels (man!) I gotta get in, I drove here with a carLOAD of bitches charged on Belvedere My niggaz hit the cells if the line is thick So I drive the 500, through the door of the bitch [DJ Kool] Yo Red, wassup man? Aiy they ain't tryin to let you in the club! Yo, DJ Kool to the rescue! We gon' break this joint down! Aiyyo.. a-huh, a-huh, ahh! [Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman] If you pumpin this one in your truck (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty) If you really don't give a WHAT? (l-let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty) Everybody get your hands up (l-let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty) If you ain't come to party SHUT UP! (l-let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. [Redman] Yo, security pattin my legs and waist but if I vacate the place, it'll be {*gunfire, "stay down!"*} All my niggaz in the huddle, on the count of three we gonna bumrush The Tunnel, with a pound of weed Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here Blazin like Biggie passed us a semi in here Don't sleep, stay wide awoke You dialed Doc, not dial-a-joke Crawl or you'll die in smoke I keep it heated when the hawk is out Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out I'm outside of the line and I'm actin a fool like a three o'clock bully, waitin after school (Punks!) I've been in this line for hours I even killed the time by helpin my man pass out fliers Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in Shake my ass with the baddest pidgeon with her wig in JUMP, MOVE, CRASH, SMOKE, DRINK Shake that ass stank, the fuck you think? Poppa Bear at the table, and the porridge is pourin Since +Def+ is the label I belong in a morgue! I'm walkin half-dead, actin senile with bigga niggaz from jail than the one on "Green Mile" I'll huff and puff, blow the club down I'll snuff a duck, I'm headed Uptown [DJ Kool] Yeah that's right! We up in this joint now Aiyyo we gettin ready to take over Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables We gon' rock this joint baby! - a-huh, a-huh, ahh! [Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman] If you got up in the club free (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) And you drunk up in the V.I.P. (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) If you swingin from them club lights (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) And you like to start them club fights (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody come to wild out (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) If you a big dog no doubt (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody keep it goin now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Just a little bit louder now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. c'mon, c'mon! (let's get dirty) A-huh, a-huh, ahh-huh! (let's get dirty) Keep it goin now (let's get dirty |
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This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City The weather is callin for it to be hotter than a MOTHERFUCKER out there So crack a brew, roll a blunt, cause the phone lines are open right now We've expanded to cities like Atlanta, D.C., Tampa, Chicago Dallas, Memphis, Detroit and L.A. So call in now, 1-800-High-as-a-Motherfucker That's 1-800-,High-as-a-MOTHERFUCKER!! DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it.. DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it.. [Redman] Yo, when I walk I stalk like a dog (AROOF!) Writin "fuck ya hometown" on ya wall (AROOF!) WKYA! Them niggaz that'll whip out the dick and piss ALL in your gar-ments When I come around, son lay 'em down This Homey the Clown play around so pay it now Sweepin the block up, Mayor Doc, he in town Ridin the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin! I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin Gaspin like it's Aspen, no air Beef we bring it on with tap shoes and hope the po'-po' there Graduated, they said Red would go nowhere (uh-uh) Now, SOURCE AWARDS, ride a water buffalo there Polo Gear, holes in it, the fo'-fo' wear Ass out, check the weather report for cold air (brrrr) On your hottest day of the summer, I snowmobile in Stack new jacks in the Carter, blow the building It's WKYA muh'fucker Bringin trouble your way, so duck muh'fucker! Yeahh! Two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand pounds of guerilla shit funk fo' yo' ass motherfucker! Bricks to Brook-nam, we hold it down, PPP Def Squad Ya tell me once and I'll tell you again Pull out the mac-10 and rob yo' friend, yeahhh! (Fucker) WKYA (We kickin yo' ass) |
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<i>[Icarus]</i>
Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this? (c'mon) Do you really think you ready for this? (c'mon) Do you know that you ready for this, huh? We gon' see if you ready for this <i>[Scarface]</i> I be the street sweeper nigga Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at from fuckin round with the mi-dack Eleven, twenty-four, act 47 Fuck who's standin around them get close up and down and I done came here to get brains Shoot you twice in your stomach then leave your boxin shorts full of shit stains You're bitch-made, you ain't a gangsta you a sucker ass These niggaz scared of your bark <i>[barkin]</i> but bitch I touch ass and bust back, what's that? It's Face-mob in effect with Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach I told you that talkin wasn't shit to me So bitch be more specific when you spit for me "It ain't shit to me," you a hoe in fifth degree A discharge from a dick disease You lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot Plastic-ass chump, you don't want no static <i>[Chorus: Redman]</i> Real niggaz - louder Real niggaz - louder, LOUDER Real niggaz - yo Real niggaz.. <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, yo, yo It's Funk Doc, I thought you knew PPP in the back and they parkin to, jump Thorough borough, Bricks, ashy elbow kid I fuck chicks off Elmo flicks My tape is off safety, tongue the gun Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front "SO WHAT 'CHA WHAT 'CHA WANNNT?" Yo, my Boys is Beastie We grew up untamed, unemployed and eatin You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings Young Ike Turners, disco infern-ers Concentratio camp, nobody turn up I roll up a 'X' that came with kits Leave you with "Nightmares" Dana Dane was with (niiight-marrres) I can train yo' bitch, with a chain and whip It, blow the block down while I change the clip <i>[Icarus]</i> Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me Smokey-mon Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms (beep beep) And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone Niggaz wanna get they ice picks, poke the don But they know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm And I know a old lady that'll choke they moms A attitude, that's what I don't walk without Nigga I'ma time for it, you just talk about Ic' is the man, and I never been to Japan Got a Japanese bitch with my dick in her hand This is the plan, I'm about to get in the van Go and get rid of the man, I done did it again Skunk I blow, then off to the trunk I go Pull the pump out slow, dump out fo' I'm the nigga that the streets raised I'm the nigga that'll make 3-ways outta nigga PJ's The nigga, that'll smack the shit out the DJ if he don't give Icarus shit a replay Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too much And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Jamal]</i> First of all you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap 'Mal I look a nigga eye to eye when I speak I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak or a bitch that'll do anything to get rich or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click or a fake, that'll rather see me at my wake or a Jake tryin to infilitrate, give me a case I'm real like, BITCH, get the fuck out my face I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste I'm a real nigga if I don't get no bigger I'm five-five, still knockin out tall niggaz We real niggaz plottin on dummies with tall figures Real niggaz hands on forty caliber triggers Bullets hummin, real like Redman's fifth comin.. <i>[Treach]</i> Trigger Treach.. Bastards blunts, buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo! Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for Bingo Christmas time I crack yak and Kris with Kringle Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho' single Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters Name is HEYYY, with the gay(?) G after My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me See them diamond D.M. medallions, SNATCH! You give 'em to me Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself mickies in crowded armories, FUCK with Redman you're a dead man at the robbery You'll be (?) Adebisi greasy put him on to me, FUCK THAT I'm a throwin flames FANATIC, bashin brains COME AT IT Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the attic Your skank-ass go voo-doo, poodle-wig wearin rashy Rusty and trusty, musty-wack-nasty |
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Yo, now first of all I'm a kid about money
Talkin hot bid'ness and my paper work, runnin Doc in hot knickers like Good Will, Huntin Put them shotguns up in the air and start, pumpin Real niggaz in the hood don't start, nuttin When the heat breaks they proceed to start, dumpin You eyeballin me like you movin somethin Yo' bitch fuckin you with me in the Walkman Slow down boy, you're not a real, killer Three-wheel motion from me shootin the wheel up Out the jungle, Doc straight go-rilla (ahh ahh ahh ahh) Bananas, antennas can't pick up (doo doo doo doo) My crew is Triple P, watch us do it Brook-nam, Shaolin, the T-Dot, Newark All my shorties skippin school watch truant Hit the college dorm, make freaks out the students [Chorus] Yeah, now do you like the way it feel baby? (uh-huh) Do you like the way the Bricks move baby? (uh-huh) Roll the L, let's inhale baby (uh-huh) Startin it up befo' twelve baby (uh-huh, uh-huh) To my niggaz that say buck hoes (uh-huh) Only real dog is they red nose (uh-huh) If it ain't green can't accept those (uh-huh) that can't roll with niggaz that's petrol (uh-huh) [Verse Two] Niggaz, abandon ship when I'm geared for landing Your own tec-ll see my grill and start, jamming Throw your hands up in the air, keep 'em standin Fuck if you in here on V.I.P., laminates (fuck you) You'll get touched too with the, cannon Around the handle, a fuck you ban-danna Dawg I was grown with balls and bad, manners That's why me and your broad is on, camera [click click click] I'm sick from a childhood head, blow When systems was pumpin before I let, go The head honcho fall back and pump, fo' Bigger four flows 'til they scream, ALL GO! Now wake your punk-ass up if you asleep Doc and Brick City bout fo'-thousand deep Fourteen years old, got TV's in the, seat Watchin pornos of Janet Jack-me [Chorus - 2X] [Chorus - whispered] |
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Ic-Don motherfucker Da bullshit Funk Doc motherfucker Push whips motherfucker Na, na chill out who got the weed in this motherfucker yo? Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed homie... Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na, na chill nigga, where the weed at? It's Da bullshit, bullshit PPP nigga Yo where the weed at fellas? What you lightin? [Redman] Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon' learn When it come to this shit, I aint about takin turns Cuz Doc's in the place The cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw Doc unfold niggas til they ribs is raw Whether you up the ball or ride the bitch My pens write with a vengeance and Viagra in Stay hard like the biceps when it's stacked I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match I don't like to sign autographs half the time I scribble my name and draw a jackass design Calvin Kleins spalled on the floor You just got, dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores HO I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn And people at the label I'm on Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for When I grub I want the whole smorgasboard Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts straight Stop smashin the five and appear in the court dates I won't ride the bike unless it's C B R Wit no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance Block prime scramblin, glock nine handlin Duckin the flows of mind travelin You heard it before, you aint Sunshine Anderson Got a bomb plantin and I'm ready fo' mo' Bitches gettin in my party givin head at the do' All my niggas and my shorty's and get high in the audience I carry a gaudy gun, you'll die in the audience [HOOK:] That's the bullshit, the bullshit (We are that bullshit) We walk up in the club we on the bullshit That's the bullshit, the bullshit (We are that bullshit) Fondlin your bitch ass off the bullshit That's the bullshit, the bullshit (We are that bullshit) Brick City, Brook-non off the bullshit That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit (We are that bullshit) That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga, that's the bullshit [Redman] Yo, I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my hand His limpin lenny turn around and then I pump from the pants One nine in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze from it Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament Peep the clues, not deep wit dudes My Benz don't carry shoes cuz I'm cheap as Jews But I let off this cannon bet your fleet would move After that I tell you and what the beat to do Fuck the Visine, duck when I lean out the window Wit a shottie wit me and myself and Irene and my team Fuck your mainstream dry off feet I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3 Now you wavin six flags like you at GA Cuz my gun on standby like a flight delay Sprayin water on all those whoever's hot Take they mic, take they jewels, then them Bezell, Doc... [Icarus] Stop Ic-Don, get gone, nigga I'm here Sippin a beer, 5th with the clip in the rear That'll lift him off his feet, make him flip in the air I pull big guns out, like I'm hittin a deer You don't really know when trouble come When you open your door and somebody in yo house chewin bubble gum With double guns, cocked in each hand Nigga you about to be buried in beach sand I don't care if you broke or not I don't care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not Nigga I still smoke the glock Give your face polka dots, y'all better hope I stop Man doom, I kidnap a classroom Hide 'em in the left wing of my bathroom Do you think you could survive all that we bring ya Bullets, comin at ya just as long as your finger And every, morning I linger on the corner just drinkin Borin and thinkin, how I'm bout to score with this ink pen You better hope we blow on this rappin shit You don't want us to go under the mattresses Shorty lookin at me funny like I don't get bank My house is hot bitch, I swim in my fish tank Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink I'm a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stink After we fuck, I'm takin you to S and D's That's a lie bitch I am on ecstasy I won't remember none of this when the X in me So if you want sex for free, check for me, Ic-Don... |
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[Adam F]
Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, to the Roller Coaster Malpractice Please stay seated, yeh, and hold on even FUCKIN tighter now Cause this next section's, as big as the FUCKIN BLEEDIN Ti-FUCKIN-tanic!! And it's called the Heart Attack Mountain; which we feel is self-explanatory ("Stop stop stop stop!!") [Streetlife] Yo, I know the streets is watchin' Dirty date niggas cock-blockin' and plottin' Waitin' for my downfall, Street got options Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, I'ma stay rockin All emcee's paused when they heard the album's droppin Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin' I produce, joints that loosen up the socket Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit Bang your head to this, pump your fist if you feelin' it Wild the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You) Who the ultimate? (Wu) Stay committed, sold my soul to this rap shit (nigga) Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get clapped quick I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture Hold on.. [DT] This is Dr. Trevis, comin to y'all motherfunkers live *Hold on, hold on.. [Adam F] The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!") [Redman] Yo, yo, yo I cop a new Benz, crash the front So hard the airbags use nasal pumps Jump out, cock the shottie (raise 'em up!) I stomp holes like the ground ain't paved enough Inform the former the first step was a warm-up The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear ya Sean John and Phat Farm up (nev-ah!) I never got a Soul Train award (nev-ah!) Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all (nev-ah!) Trick a bitch car payment off I'm a orangutang when the chain is off nigga I set-trip, and I slowly blas with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin, stains of blood on your Roley glass When I'm, in your hood nigga throw me bags Hold on.. [DT] You've just been hit, with the ultimate hardcore shit *Repeat [Method Man] Let's trip the night fantastic I'm flexible, they used to call me plastic These big butt bitches get they ass kicked It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids Couldn't live where we live I can't be defeated like "Nobody Beats the Wiz" Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids Right? You know the Clan and you know the fuckin man Meth rock a mic without a kickstand Two blunts, and razors in his wristband Slap you and your bitch man Lookin in your lobby, call me stick-man When it's goin down, call me quicksand Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F and be flexin as hard as my erection Kid learn your lesson cuz what if I decide to start testin your joint - end the motherfuckin session Hold on.. [DT] This is the final moment, where you motherfuckers bout to die *Repeat [Saukrates] Yo, yo - let a nigga get into it Lubricate y'all veins with this "Do-It" fluid I Einstein the rymes, spit them thangs to prove it Cross with the Mack, in fact, my game's the truest Now I'm on the highway, doin it my way With Street, Illegal, Meth, Roc, and Doc Friday Performin like the weather was warm And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms And keep the ghetto, pop your metal Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow The addiction, ain't no friction I got them rap heads fillin out a prescription, with diciton Gettin thick when I put fire to the steaks And burn the odds, like a iron to your face These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin Make it clear - look out, Big 'Sauks is here, nigga what? Hold on.. [DT] This is Dr. Trevis, warnin y'all motherfuckers *Repeat Hold on, hold on.. [DT] PPP Def Squad, we lock shit down *Repeat |
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jerry:whooo!!.welcome back to the jerry swinger show.today's show is about
women who feels neglected in relationships.here we've got mercides and her seven year boyfriend ray-ray row-row ray-ray:well it's ray-ray motherfucker jerry:that's what i've said. now mercides why do u feel neglected by leroy ray-ray:RAY-RAY MOTHERFUCKER mercides:ray-ray.well i'm tired of ray-ray's bullshit |
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This is the story.. of pro-zen-xanthrapus
Pro-zen-ganthrapus.. Funky monkey.. nasty monkey.. gangster monkey.. [Redman] Yo yo, yo, yo.. watch out!! I run New Jerz Got blood on my wifebeater undershirt (look) Hand to hand you bout half a gram I'm a truckload, backin in, under dirt! Lock on target, your wallet Your chains I left stains up, gorilla paw prints Sharp in garments, run out yo' apartment Vampire, wear yo' garlic I beef on the streets (gun jammin) Y'all beef let's meat/meet like Subway sandwiches You have no idea Crackheads furnish your homes like Ikea, over here Bricks, B-R, I, C-K Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK's Who's the one? D-O-C Carryin clips for the agents in +The Matrix+ At the Mobil Awards on the podium Cause in high school I hung with custodians Batter-ram your door in Fuck hot, I'm warpin, Doc torturin your Walkman [Chorus: Redman] Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up [Redman] Yo.. I put a dollar in my zipper It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper Back that thang up, same slut Used to hang up, now she brain up I'm like yo (yo) swallow it! Dick new shit spit throat lozenges When I'm off the hit [click-click] Hire security to start joggin with, where your office is I piss on it! Stamp Bricks on it Take your street work, let your bitch pump it I'm your next door tenant, that'll strip you down 'til your barefooted like Eric Bennett Half my brain is still experimentin Doc already gone before the X kick in Yeah, I want my cut like G-Money Stickin the Easter Bunny for sneaker money Now how many muh'fuckers out there is high make some noise (ahhhhhhhhhhh!) I just tried (ahhh) see last night, had two bitches Me last night, so I told them to.. [Chorus: Redman] Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up [George Clinton] The gorilla in the motherfuckin mix They call him Lethal Lip The linguistic full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic Shootin off at the mouth without chap or a blister He got hairs on his funk and didn't flunk diaper rash Gorilla goin postal.. verbally toxic Metal pierced forked and hollow point tongue Dum-dums piled shot from gamblin gorilla gums Hooked on phonics, packin a viscious vocabulary Malicious with malice and mayhem Fuck a gorilla dictionary, Magilla Gorilla talkin to ya Yo-hoooooooo! Sup Brick City? T.C., what it be like? Yeahhh motherfucker! You got thirty-five seconds to get yo' ass to the flo' |
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| 3:20 |
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Yo, this for all my live motherfuckers!
(Motherfuckers) YO! .. What the deal muh-fucka? Chill muh-fucka LP bangs all in your hood muh-fucka My niggaz smack niggaz like Suge muh-fucka Later on, reminisce it like wood muh-fucka You muh-fuckers try to block a thorough muh-fucka Hard shell chicken Taco Bell muh-fucka Fuck you models, you too frail muh-fucka (get outta here!) I took a fat chick to pay the bail muh-fucka I stay drunk and I don't drink muh-fucka Type nigga to do it before he think muh-fucka Bricks and Shaolin, watch us link muh-fucka Stores'll run out of paper and ink muh-fucka I move before your eyes can blink muh-fucka Quick like O-Dog shot the chink muh-fucka White girls sweat me like N'Sync muh-fucka I get MPC's out of sync muh-fucka I said he a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!! Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!! Yo, Brick City motherfuckers!! Yo, Brook-nam motherfuckers!! Yo, Uptown motherfuckers!! Yo, Boogie Down motherfuckers!! Yo yo, yo, back to y'all muh-fuckers wanna ball muh-fuckers TV's all up in your car muh-fuckers At the club tryin to buy the bar muh-fuckers Catch you for the jewels and the star muh-fuckers Wanna battle dawg, we can brawl muh-fucka Little Jamal, handle the call muh-fucka My steel wall like Bradshaw's muh-fucka For pressure, inject Demarol muh-fucka Golddiggers be tryin to trick muh-fuckers Baby mommas be out to get muh-fuckers N.Y.P.D. out to split muh-fuckers Cuttin your veins up for the fix muh-fucka Bricks muh-fuckers crazy muh-fuckers Often unplugged, A-B-C muh-fuckers Got toys not from Kay-Bee muh-fucka Burnin holes in your AV muh-fucka I said he a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!! Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!! Yo, Jersey motherfuckers!! Yo, West coast motherfuckers!! Yo, Atlanta motherfuckers!! Yo, V.A. motherfuckers!! Yo, I said he a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!! Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!! Yo, Chi-Town motherfuckers!! Yo, Detroit motherfuckers!! Yo, Miami motherfuckers!! Yo, Canada motherfuckers, and we out!! This for all my live muh-fuckers out there!! C'mon!! |
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| 5:21 |
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Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man
Just rhymin over here man Hey go 'head, go get drunk nigga Ayyy, go smoke yo' weed nigga Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfuckaaaah It's Brick City dawgs over here We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don.. [D-Don] It's bone-afficial my nizzle D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you Oh boy! I gets more +Chips+ than +Ahoy!+ I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets And I'm more underground than your, basement concrete Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth Still, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me grief I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!) I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on I still got money buried in my back yard I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song [Pacewon] Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large like they cut, and you got the power to heal scars Never down cause the underground crown is still large See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie I'm all real, the one, the raw deal Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill' What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz' Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades 'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game Ridin through your block with six new chains on Pullin over droppin H-bombs No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin [Chorus - 2X w/ minor variations] Jersey that's whassup (whassup yo?) You heard me light the Dutch (smokin weed) Rock on like what the fuck (what the fuck?) Jersey that's whassup, Brick City [Roz] Fuckin with me is a close call out of my crew Don't try it I fuckin roast why'all, you and your co-stars Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats Blast tracks like what the fuck was that? Roz spit rawness State to state, hood streets and block corners Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us Lot of niggaz didn't want to see me last But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass Back up and give the are room Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms In my city they don't pop they collar Cats that do, get shot drop and holla I'm from the be |
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| 2:43 |
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[Redman]
This is WKYA, We Kickin Yo' Ass radio All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound put your motherfuckin pounds up, and start bustin the motherfuckers Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit Yeah yeah yeah Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills Stated own real, haters gon' feel Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue You bounty hunters be on the chase for Joe Young I won't slip, keep pink slips to my car I'm raw like sushi bars on bougie broads I retrieve the money, dawg labrador Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin Don't be the next vinyl cut to _Urban Legend_ I can feel where you at, when I pound you up You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up My crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce I'ma do what I want, cause my time is now Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track Am I wrong for dat? (If that's what you like) Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I guess not) Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub Beatin down security cause I don't give a fuck Am I wrong for dat? (Mmm mmm) Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!) Yo Keith, yo yo Keith {*sound of jail door opening*} [Keith Murray] I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald Hollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came free And you ain't gotta believe me, fuck bein nervous Far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear Have his whole body shakin in fear Stormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flames A few ashes, when they analyze your remains I live in the streets, reside with the toolie I kill you like it's part of my religious duty Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug Even females who think they thugs Trigger the release of adrenaline When I'm gangsta-trippin like the Bloods'n'Crips'n'them Unleash the matter of energy, killin 'em Why'd you do it? Because I wasn't feelin them! [Redman] If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh) with a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days Am I wrong for dat? (I don't think so) C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!) Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh) When they playin my song ass spill out the thong Am I wrong for dat? (Got that big ass) Am I wrong for dat? (Tchk, nooo) I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy to that bang to the pussy the beat, beat And if yo', bitch ain't sippin that Cristal shit Then she might be leavin with D, D I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers That bitch that "Stan" drowned, I fucked around with her Act like a man, stand on your own two Doc takin it all, fuck who it belong to |
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Yo.. (Fuck that nigga, look at her toes)
Yo! (You know you like toes nigga) Bitches be talkin too much out here (God DAMN mami, you the one!) .. Dat bitch, dat bitch (Nigga that's that bitch right there) .. Dat bitch, dat bitch .. Dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch (Always poppin off at the mouth) .. Dat bitch, dat bitch Turn it up some! Turn my voice up some That BITCH! .. Dat bitch (Where the fuck you at?) .. Dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch Funk Doctor Spock (Where she at yo?) .. Dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch (There she go, there she go yo) (Nigga there she go) Over there that bitch (Nigga there she go) (Nigga here we go..) Yo, dat bitch - the one that'll shut her mouth Don't give a fuck if not my album out Dat bitch, that'll hustle too Pull out the baby .380 ask, "Who the fuck are you?" Dat bitch - that'll go out like (Army Men) Dat bitch - wrappin her hair in Barbie pins When the pressure's on, you'll find a bomb in your car in your trunk on the road to Arlington Yo, dat bitch - the one that'll take control Brought me a 2-way when my pager broke Dat bitch - that'll love to fuck, take it in the butt When the Doc comes, she won't wipe it up Dat bitch - that'll whip a car better than me Yo, dat bitch - splittin cigars better than me Dat bitch - tattooes on her back and arm And you see my name when the track is on Dat bitch - that'll jump out dolo With her toes in a pump with a shotgun pump out Dat bitch - that'll roll proper, two phones One for tricks and one for callin the Doctor Dat bitch - that'll give me brain when I'm thinkin Dat bitch - that's makin me more insane than a ink pen Dat bitch - that ain't scared to whup her kids Know to bail Doc out when my ass in the precinct <i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i> Dat bitch, the one that'll shut her mouth That'll keep it on the low what I'm all about Dat bitch, when I'm on the run, she give me a gun 1 - Hide me out at her father's house 2 - Hide me out at her momma's house Dat bitch, that'll give me brain when I'm thinkin Dat bitch, that's makin me more insane than a ink pen Dat bitch, Doc need a real bitch for this go-rilla, rilla, rilla, rilla <i>[Missy Elliott]</i> I'm dat beatch, B-I, T, C-H Won't fuck a nigga until it's payday Make him think I'm in love, oooh baby Fuck witcha nigga, makin motherfuckers hate me Dat beatch - I'm in the classified Dat beatch - make a nigga go and buy me a ride Do you know who, I be? I'm the M-I crooked, letter Y nigga Bad to the Bizzy Bone Quick bitch talk shit night long I run shit, done done shit Pop a gun shit, slap a bum bitch Dat beatch - yo you heard it first from me Dat beatch - ain't nuttin but the same O.G. Dat beatch - I'm, rollin and strokin and jokin and workin I'm <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Missy Elliott]</i> Heyyyyy, you're the only one for me Yeahhhh-ahhh-ehhhhhh Reggie Noble.. keep it gangsta.. eh-hehh, mmmm She's the one, she's the one, only one Heyy-eyyy, lives her life, pays the price When she keeps it gangsta, yeahhh-hahhh Ohhhhh, yeahhhhahhhh.. <i>[fades out]</i> |
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| 4:42 |
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Yo, [Barks] Yeah
Yeah, yo, yo ["Where my dogs at" - DMX sample (throughout Redman talking)] [Verse 1] Who them niggas Who will roll up to your front door hand on the pump (Doggz nigga) Kick down the door, and pull out the four, and lay niggas down for your man getting jumped What kind of nigga Drunk of that liquor high as hell with they hands in bitches' drawls What kind of nigga Fit that description that I'm talking bout hardcore niggas brawl And I'm a dog with lockjaw On the double R My squad can't be knocked off We Doggz [Chorus] [DMX sample (x 8)] [Redman (over samples)] Yeah [Barks] Virginia Doggz motherfucker Virginia Doggz Cincinnati Doggz Chicago Doggz [Verse 2] What kind of nigga Will steal your car at night as soon as you turn off the light? Pop that steering wheel, hit the club like a quarter till Wait till a victim get caught in the heist What kind of nigga Will fuck your girl gorilla style ass in the air? When I cum she cum, when she sleep I'm in the safe Where boyfriend stashed the cake then I'm out of here I know you not prepared Doc pop the flares For the niggas under the stairs We true Doggz [Chorus] [Redman (over samples)] Yeah [Barks] Jersey Doggz Where my California Doggz [Verse 3] What kind of nigga will do a bid And come home doing the same thing again That kind of nigga That'll search for that bitch ass nigga who ratted him in What kind of nigga Keep his mind on his money, music, not bitches at all (We don't love them hoes) That kind of nigga That don't care about your ice or VIP you getting robbed So take it off Right now Pack my Doggz Fuck who I'm assaulting Now we true Doggz [Chorus] [Redman (over samples)] Yeah [Barks] Canada Doggz nigga Yeah Baltimore Doggz Yeah North Carolina Doggz Yeah [barking - DMX sample (till fade)] [Redman (over samples)] Alabama Doggz Dirty Brick City Jerz, Jerz Yeah Can't forget them Ohio Doggz out there [Singers] W-K-Y-A |
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| 4:47 |
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What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now.. [Verse One] Yo.. excuse me muh'fucka, I'm tryin to get through When Doc loaded, I'm like a STUD missile A STUD six-two, I'm huntin down hoes with no drawers on and, buttoned down clothes Don't brownnose just join it Ecstasy pills, with Buddha Man signs stamped on it Jam on it, the +Blair Witch+ wouldn't camp on it I block and shine like suntan ointment You do a dance when I layer this clip in Only dude with a bike with air conditionin Fuck the Feds your door, Red'll kicked in So prepare to wear SCUBA gear equipment I wet it, my tape underground leakage It hit the air and you'll swear you found Jesus The man who turned out the Summer Jam Not with a mic, I brrrrrrrrrrrr, tuck it in The noise keep the helicopter hoverin Your boys is dead weight when I muscle in I need a +Hot Girl+, a +Ryde or Die+ chick Mainly a hot chick ridin Funk Doc dick Smell it, when the odor airs in The gorilla shit, hoes in polar bear skin The chronic stink up the overhead bin When I.. yo, Redman struck again! [Chorus] What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now.. ("Can y'all hear me out there?" ->Puffy) What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh? What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now.. ("Can y'all hear me out there?" ->Puffy) [Verse Two] Nigga, we go - oops, upside your head +Simon Says+ leave you hogtied instead On the floor with ya shirt like I dyed it red Wild wild Bricks, eighty foot spider legs Doc in, double-oh, learned to drive it I'm, on the roof, guns under the armpit Yellin out, "Yo sawed off, hand on the pump and I'll pump a cannon first man that jump" {*clik-clik, BLAM!*} I got a punch that'll cut your beard up Doc is like warm when you touch my earmuffs I wild out, throw blows _Somethin about Mary_ rode me in a Ford Explorer The pressure at time five remind me that y'all can't eat like it's Ramadan week My mascot was built for kamikaze If it fails, L.O.D. right behind me [Chorus] - 2X ("Can y'all hear me out there? Huh?" ->Puffy) ("Can y'all hear me out there?" ->Puffy) ("Can y'all hear me out there?" ->Puffy) ("Can y'all hear me out there?" ->Puffy) I need some weed muh'fucka.. We need to smoke muh'fucka.. We need weed muh'fucka.. We need to smoke muh'fucka.. Light it, roll it, light it up Say light it, roll it, light it up Say roll it, light it, light it up Say roll it, light it, smoke it up Say roll it, light it, smoke it up Say roll that, light it, smoke it up Say roll it, light it, smoke it up Say roll it, light it, smoke it up SAY ROLL IT, LIGHT IT, SMOKE IT UP {*farting noise* .. *track fades*} |
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| 2:14 |
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Somebody stole my mojo! Yo, once again.. Soopaman Luva flyin through the fuckin sky I'm lookin for my mojo, I'm fried chinky-eyed My cape is still tore up, but I make a lil' money I'm like Ace Ventura, duckin my landlord The land of the poor, where I handle my biz I got a weed spot on the block Hannibal live Pokemon on the pipe, Rudolph the deer Red-Nose glow in the night, when his nose gettin right I pimp Snow and Vanna White on the hoe stroll Dr. Ruth on E, sippin Old Gold Mr. T on crack, mohawk cornrow In South Park with the Chef, in the stolen Ford I'm lookin for my mojo, where it at? Got a APB on it dawg, where it at? I ran into Cita, from BET She said, "Man is a nigga, that's fast on the trigger I thought he was you, when we had the party for two My girlfriend said the same, majority rules" Damn!! Who takin my women? Who takin my chickens around Thanksgiving? Now that's pimpin! Called my man Meth and Bishop Don Juan He smokin a blunt, other sippin Sean Don He said it ain't the game, but how you play it So I can't hate the game, so I'm dyin to play it Now I'm back in the air, ready to put my smack down I'm searchin for the impostor to pat down I'm urgin to put the glock up and clap rounds It's curtains like Jimmy Hoffa, he not found So ride on me, try homey Your plan'll fail like the Acme Kit from Coyote Now I'ma find the bastard that stole my juice Soopaman Part Five, in your archives [singers] I'm yo Soopaman baby, that's who I am Flyin through the air, without a care I'm high as hell blazin, that Cali weed (Kryptonite for life) That Kryptonite bud, that sticky green I'm yo' Soopaman (he's yo' Soopaman) I'm yo' Soopaman I'm yo' Soopaman (whoaaa yea yea yea yea) I'm yo' Soopaman I'm yo' Soopaman (he's high as hell for life) I'm yo' Soopaman (that Cali weed) I'm yo' Soopaman (Kryptonite baller) I'm yo' Soopaman (sticky green) {*needle drags across the record*} |
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Somebody stole my mojo! Yo, once again.. Soopaman Luva flyin through the fuckin sky I'm lookin for my mojo, I'm fried chinky-eyed My cape is still tore up, but I make a lil' money I'm like Ace Ventura, duckin my landlord The land of the poor, where I handle my biz I got a weed spot on the block Hannibal live Pokemon on the pipe, Rudolph the deer Red-Nose glow in the night, when his nose gettin right I pimp Snow and Vanna White on the hoe stroll Dr. Ruth on E, sippin Old Gold Mr. T on crack, mohawk cornrow In South Park with the Chef, in the stolen Ford I'm lookin for my mojo, where it at? Got a APB on it dawg, where it at? I ran into Cita, from BET She said, "Man is a nigga, that's fast on the trigger I thought he was you, when we had the party for two My girlfriend said the same, majority rules" Damn!! Who takin my women? Who takin my chickens around Thanksgiving? Now that's pimpin! Called my man Meth and Bishop Don Juan He smokin a blunt, other sippin Sean Don He said it ain't the game, but how you play it So I can't hate the game, so I'm dyin to play it Now I'm back in the air, ready to put my smack down I'm searchin for the impostor to pat down I'm urgin to put the glock up and clap rounds It's curtains like Jimmy Hoffa, he not found So ride on me, try homey Your plan'll fail like the Acme Kit from Coyote Now I'ma find the bastard that stole my juice Soopaman Part Five, in your archives [singers] I'm yo Soopaman baby, that's who I am Flyin through the air, without a care I'm high as hell blazin, that Cali weed (Kryptonite for life) That Kryptonite bud, that sticky green I'm yo' Soopaman (he's yo' Soopaman) I'm yo' Soopaman I'm yo' Soopaman (whoaaa yea yea yea yea) I'm yo' Soopaman I'm yo' Soopaman (he's high as hell for life) I'm yo' Soopaman (that Cali weed) I'm yo' Soopaman (Kryptonite baller) I'm yo' Soopaman (sticky green) {*needle drags across the record*} |
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| 3:35 |
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[Adam F]
Here come the remaining beautiful people And for all of you who survive, we hope you enjoyed the ride 2002 will see some new added features Such as - the Spinal Spinning Spiral Splitter and - the Corkscrew Cock Cruncher Plus, the Fat Fuckin Bitch Backslapper And not forgetting - The One Finger Ringer So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye! Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta ta - and FUCK OFF!! From the "Rollercoaster Malpractice" [Redman] (Red-man!) They done let me out (Red-man!) They done called my name (Red-man!) They done read the four chapters.. .. now I'm back, Brick City, I've been born again Master, hit the switch - Igor, he's ALIVE!! Yo.. set it off Set it off, yo yo yo Let's start ridin, my flows bring the tide in While John Cochran break your pride in I shagged her before you married her Took the ring, pawned it for an Acura DOC, breakin the sound barrier Hardcore bullet, fo'-fo' pull it Got your camp runnin, used it for footage Brick City suspects couldn't(?) Yo, watch me leap through trees Attackin sharks in the _Deep Blue Sea_ Aim lock on, _Goldeneye_ War in the snow storm, with double-oh on U.K. blow your horns Put you in, I.C.U., gettin blood drawn Doc did it, off an Adam F bomb I move like Robotron, turn the lights off! .. girl she had a big FAT ass .. we smokin weed tonight, we smokin weed tonight, c'mon What I want everybody to do right now is blow your motherfuckin horns Louder, LOUDER!! [Chorus: Redman] Yo, if you want that shit (that shit) That hardcore rough shit (rough shit) Motherfuckers, blow your horns Then SMASH SUMTHIN, CRASH SUMTHIN If you want that shit (that shit) That smoke and fuck a bitch shit Motherfuckers, blow your horns Then SMASH SUMTHIN, CRASH SUMTHIN [Redman] Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest Pack two cannons by the pancreas Your whole camp enlists, abandon ship Push your knuckles up and dance with it I'll shut down cops, steal they badges Off of 'Operation: Kill Da Wabbit' PPP niggaz be jackin cabbage Looked in the camera and pull the mask up Laughin at ya - yeah I X'd you out Somebody help him out with mouth to mouth You to me son, what you talkin bout? If your third eye look then I gorge it out Bitches fuck me barely walkin out For a thievin ass hoe fo' mark it out It's one mo' body in the hall for now Verbal assault killer, calm him down I open fire, made you retire Hung your shoes from a telephone wire So when I ride by, I brag on it Paragraphs fly wit toe tags on it I plant a bomb where you pick your mail up It's BRICKS, so y'all hit the fallout shelter Doc, niggaz, bitches, jump up Criminals, hustlers, hoes, jump up [Chorus] - 2X |
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