[Chorus x2: Redman and Lady Luck] [R] HEY LADIEEEES!! [L] Luck's the name [L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs [R] HEY LADIEEEES!! [L] Yo, you niggaz can't stop me [L] This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me
[Lady Luck] Nigga I be, that chick that'll brawl with a dude Strut around nose up with a attitude Flaunt jewels, haunt crews, Luck is bad news Pull 'em out a tool, show ya what a MAC'll do Aim for your North Face coat Or put three up in your small face and a couple up in your throat Far from a joke, AND it's that time of the month My niggaz came to the party drunk, gettin it crunk They say it's, type foul how I look at life now Slumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fle Type wild, lifestyle, dizzy off Cris-tal Talk with a lisp now, walk with a limp now MUST be a pit now, I'm always with my man Grand in my hand just signed to Def Jam Along with Nia Long lookin for "The Best Man" Lay up in the wet sands when not in the 'luxe Land Nigga uhh
[Redman] Yo yo..
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[Lady Luck] You heard the flow's lava And little momma spit it hotter than the enchilada Foot to the floor, whip the Jag like a stunt driver (SCREEE!) The glock right beside her And Shannon Scholar follow and we came to lock the block up You heard "blaka blaka" coward get your coke and rocks up Somebody call the cops up, need vice squad to stop up Doin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppa How I look; fallin in love and then Luck get knocked up? I need a brolic nigga (uhh) hydraulic nigga (uhh) Swervin from the feds, ridin coke pilin nigga I'm never silent nigga, Luck get kinda violent nigga The type to snatch you out your car and take your wallet nigga (Get outta there!) I roll with cuz-ons, fam get your thug on (Why not?) Type to beat a nigga down if he mug wrong Every time, Luck mix coke in every line And stop askin nigga yeah I write my own rhymes
[Redman] Yo yo..
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[Lady Luck] Nigga I be, that chick that have you eatin through an IV [beep, beep, FLATLINE] You cowards try me I'll let the slugs fly free Where the rocks be? Where the jocks be? You grab a glock and let it pop if you gon' stop me I'm probably hot, the Goddess in here Better spit your hardest this year, I'm starvin this year Regardless who here, Luck gon' murder the flow You broke-ass niggaz act like you allergic to dough Never get none nigga let your lip run And watch my clique come, cock back and spit one (blaow!) Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum (uhh) And every time I rock, watch my pockets thick-en Y'all ride dick on any cat that can buy the P-rada And scatter my motto why bother when Luck about dollars Female rap Tony Montana bubble like saunas Bring the armor make your block look like a tiny Pearl Harbor You wants no drama
[Redman] Yo yo..
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[Chorus x1/2]
[Redman] HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)
[Lady Luck] Luck's the name Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs Yo, you niggaz can't stop me This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me
[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (8X)
Verse One: Erick Sermon
I bring the ruckus for you brothers I jam like Smuckers Don't udder because my style is buttah The roughneck, green-eyed, funkdafied For those girls who cry my style's worldwide (word em up) I get Just-Ice, whenever I Bust This Even P.E. Can Trust This I Hollywood swing my shit to the basement Leavin niggaz stunned like how OJ's case went (yeah) The grand imperial, with mad material Before you jump, into my flow yell GERONIM-OH My God, I rock toward the right Then I Set it Off, on the left just for spite The E Double bring the brofunkadelcreeptic hahahHAHAHA Ahahahaha My style's incognito I'm sharper than a razor blade dressed up in a black tuxedo Word to Reggie Noble, and the Shaq Forget Schwarzennegger, I'll be back You know my steelo
[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (4X)
Verse Two: Redman
Coming straight from the sluggish part, of Newark, some niggaz Start My styles act wild like Jurassic Park after dark Tyranosaurus Rex blows the discotheque I pose the threat, like an Arabian, blowin up your stadiums My milky styles flows Canals like Panama So get your camera, SNAP, swing back like Reggie Jax Hoooaaa, HAH, nigga look up in the sky It's a bird, fuck, I took the frame, that's my word I put the Crypt Keeper in a sleeper, eureka here's the feature
got amnesia that I'm the ultimate funk Pop the trunk, ALLRIGHTY THEN My friend, bust the maneveur How I Ace niggaz like Ventura My style's water like Evian, that's why you Wonder like Stevie and how I get wreck with Erick Sermon and Shaq-Diesel and, I'm comin down with the funk Punks, that's how we go, you know my style You know my steelo
[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (4X)
Verse Three: Shaquille O'Neal
Tall TWISM, afro-centric Asian, half-man half-amazin My skill be blazin, six million ways in to die Grab this mic like Pryor Burn baby burn baby burn, like Andre Rison house on fire Follow me forth, follow me back Shaq's Illegal, watch me Get Busy on this track Yo I Gets Busy, packs more Speed than K. Reeves You best believe, my loot's stacked up like a RuPaul weave Punks jump up to get plastered Respect to Wu-Tang and that OL DIRTY BASTARD A lot of hoopers, tryin to play ball TIM-BER!! They're all gonna fall 'cause The world is mine, all mine Quick to treat between the line even Ray Charles ain't that Blind Pass me a Pepsi, forget that freakish Snapple MC talkin head then I will smash him with the alley apple Erick Sermon, Redman, Shaq Three macks, you look for somethin wack you get smacked Boom-pow-ping, da-ping-pat Shaq, is back in effect, so how's that
[Erick Sermon] You know my style, you know my steelo (8X)
Right now if you raising some children that don't belong to you But you know you're taking care of them Please report on the dancefloor, let's go now Do the stepfather dance (to the right) Do the stepfather dance (to the left) Do the stepfather dance Baby mama don't hurt nobody, come on
[Wyclef] I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh) When ? breaks in the pad Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now I may not be your father But I'm the closest thing to him
[Wyclef] Girl I love you And ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for you You my boo and we be sticking just like glue But your kid's got me losing my mind Wanna know if I want you And if I do then you just gotta come to Now the family be fighting through hard times But I'm gon' treat them like they're mine
[Wyclef] I ain't that baby's daddy, I treat him like he's my own But sometimes sit and wonder how can I father another man's son (oh) When ? breaks in the pad Shorty wanna scream 'I ain't his real dad' now I may not be your father But I'm the closest thing to him
[Wyclef] Fresh pair of Jordan's you had it When you want a Playstation you had it (Vendetta) First day of school you had it Even when I didn't have it Once upon a time, not long ago Before the dreads, when I had the afro When in school I used to pass the love notes If you like me check yes if not check no Flip the page now everything changed The kid don't even have my last n
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!
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
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
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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
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!
<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...
