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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Redman)
[Redman] Yo yo.. [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.. [Chorus] [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.. [Chorus] [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.. [Chorus] [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 |
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from How High (하우 하이) [ost] (2001)
Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
[Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together going all not together it don't take much to please me Still homes are never satisfy like the stones we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out time for some action, surfin the avenue mad at you, where I used to battle crews back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in got us bustin off these pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I'm gone. [Verse Two: Redman] I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown suckers break like Turbo in no zone, when I, grab the broom moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true) three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car right behind on the boss Haters don't touch, weigh us both up now my neighbor doped up got the cable hooked up. All channels lift my shirt all Mammal you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos. sawed off shotgun hand on the pump, sippin on a forty smokin on a blunt bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaa yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaaa |
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from How High (하우 하이) [ost] (2001)
Taking it from the top?
Tippy? Tippy? How High? The Ultimate High [Method Man] Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck want to die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, hmm Blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down [Redman] While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all why'all niggaz hit the decks! Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide [Method Man] 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door Tical bring it to that ass raw Breakin all the rules like glass jaws Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours Fucka, we don't need no rap tour I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture More than you bargained for Tical, that stays open like an all night store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill And end your existence, M-E-T Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D [Redman] I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts I shift like a clutch with the Ruck Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough Your shit broke down, light your flare Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares 6 million ways to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man (Tical) hit me now Bitches use to play me now they can't forget me now Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock Empty off a licking off a hip hop Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot? [Chorus] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor spock smoking Buddha on a train How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So High that I can kiss the sky How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick [Method Man] Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin O Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin dome piece Plus I got no love for the beast Hailin from the big East Coast Where niggaz pack toast Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats [Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped] As I run around with a racist My style was born in the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic He talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it [Redman] Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic Rollin blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smif'n'Wes Punks take a sip and test Who split your vest The funk phenomenon I'm bombin you like Lebanon Blow canals of Panama Just off stamina Styles not to be fucked with, or played with Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches Hitting switches, Twisting wigs with Fat radical mathematical type scriptures I dig up in your planets like Diga, Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens Fuck the marines, I got machines To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine I fly more heads than Continental Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks I breaks em up proppa Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya' Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg Look, I got the tools like Rickle To make your mind tickle For the nine nickle (Yo Red, yo Red!) Punk ass pussy ass [You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it] Word up Tical, We Out (It's over) |
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from Shaquille O'Neal - Shaq Fu-Da : Return (1994)
[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) |
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from Wyclef Jean - The Preacher's Son (2003)
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 |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<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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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<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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from The Family Values Tour 1999 (2000)
Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together going all not together it don't take much to please me Still homes are never satisfy like the stones we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out time for some action, surfin the avenue mad at you, where I used to battle crews back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in got us bustin off these pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I'm gone. I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown suckers break like Turbo in no zone, when I, grab the broom moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true) three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car right behind on the boss Haters don't touch, weigh us both up now my neighbor doped up got the cable hooked up. All channels lift my shirt all Mammal you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos. sawed of shotgun hand on the pump, sippin on a forty puffin on a blunt bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaa yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaaa |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
[Jeff Stewart]
And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best! Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing* What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself To all knotty head niggaz bob to this Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside Coming to you live and direct without further adieu I bring to you Redman one more time This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!!! [Redman] So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit? The mirror said "You are, you conceited bastard" *cutting and scratching of bastard* Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts I'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back My style swarms over ghettoes like crack Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger But I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums can't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop The funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps Props I got, coming through your block nine cocked My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots Don't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas You don't have no heart you chestless, 'cause your heart's on my necklace I give props to real MC's like KRS-One cool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from The East coast!! Where a nigga like you get that fat? And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence Lord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with Droppin dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come And I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!! |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
Woo-woo-wowowowooo
Lord hi-gher Could somebody, turn on, da lights Somebody, turn on, da lights The darkside! Yessss Guess who's back when I bring funk like Zapp All aboard motherfuckers! While your brains get jacked I'm souped like two scoops of funk juice, word to mother The way I kick you swear that Jim Kelly was in this motherfucker The darkside brings apartheid I act wild like them niggaz from Chi-Town on the Southside Sweeter than this, whoopin niggaz down like Jack Nich When I backflip my tactic graphics Ooooooh! Redman jams it in Due to difficulties I won't be done by ten Friend I got bust shots out the twelve Benz And then we get the bam-ba-zee from one-ten Or is it further up? Plus my style murder ducks So what the fuck, you got the mic turned up fo'? When I Chief Rock underground MC's drop like sheet rock Here's a ride to the underground To the beat y'all Ah to the beat y'all, I do the freak y'all I keep the buddha to last me through the week y'all To the beat y'all Ah to the beat y'all, I do the freak y'all I keep the buddha to last me through the week y'all Come take a trip on my cosmic movie boogie flicks Far beyond space so niggaz say your grace It's a True Lie that I bring drama like Schwarzeneggar When a baby, I had other babies in labor catchin vapors With two gats I move like too fast like Paxton Ask Toni Braxton who got seven days of action Black stars or moons eclipse the volume Bang zoom I'm sendin honies on the moon with ten bags of boom Ridiculously I will pimp an MC To degrees I leave spots like chicken pox, check the synopsis I grow confusing just like Rubik's cube boxes Float like the butter, fly so what if I Blow your lenses, tear the fuckin hinges Did I mention that my lyrical format gets more ahs than a dentist When I'm in this, the knotty-headed era causes terror Y'all gimmick motherfuckers better get y'all shit together One for the money and two for my peeps Nynex can't even reach my technique or rap sheets For the Squad I lick two shots word to God Then take y'all dreams and imaginations To the darkside |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
Switch...
[Dr. Trevis] Hahahahahahaaaa! Come with us Come take the elevator shift six billion feet beneath Where the Def Squad dwells Where your dreams and imaginations is only loose change in a motherfucker's pockets This is Dr. trevis coming to you live from WFDS We're From the DarkSide radio Niggaz, better get your flashlights cause it's pitchblack! [Redman] I travel the Milky Ways, and the stars of the Gods Then return six billion feet beneath to get cigars My lyrical format sounds off like gun claps Underground, where you need flashlights and hard hats My mind is ten levels deeper than Jacob's Ladder Batter the paragraph, after your gall bladder will shatter Nyphomaniac on track when I Flex like Funkmaster Flex you can bet I'm not playing with a full deck! I go far beyond acting hard and pullin triggers I just wanna die and come back as the Nile on the river Zone until I figured, how to wake up in the morning And the corners of my mouth be like foamin when I'm open Y'all neighborhood roughnecks, I cause a threat My silhouette, who pack smacks niggaz just like Treach Comin through comin through, put your hands on your handfun Cause I'm crazy off that chronic from my man grandson I shoot to kill, puff blunts in Hooterville I be murderin MC's from up here to Urbantown I sweat dark, when I get off my shit ock Yoyoyo that's that's E and them! Yo word up? Yo what's going on? Yo chill chill chill chill *car squeels, bullets fire and ricochet* *tires squeel and car crashes* |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
[Incomprehensible]
Still walkin' down the streets with my hand on my black tec My brain is high like New York, New Jersey do car thefts I'm high, when I sag my two black guys I would be brief but my Karl kani's didn't dry I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee Then I'll be back for me, I'm sure, like Al B Go uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the bom-ba Go back to Jerz smoke with Diezel Don Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two O's the number Who can get swift with the microphone mist Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D My funk respect it, cosmic injected That cause me to set it off just like that club record Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants It's gonna hurt, no it's not a gat experience The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all Like this y'all, like this y'all 'cause like this y'all There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world That got good herb for all you boys and girls Which one do you go to? [Incomprehensible] Which one do you go to? [Incomprehensible] I'm packin' Buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked Catch the local to the A to the Buddha to my vocals And I, set the world on fire Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee The rhymer bombs squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee I spend a knot at all the Buddha spots From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D That's doin' three pack, now where I get the hash at You can't fuck with my funk 'cause my funk is kinda abstract Past that, my stuff I'm rough like McGruff on dust There's a million and one blunt spots in America Yeah, I'm tellin' ya [Incomprehensible] Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin' air Smoked out with niggaz from north New York to Montclair I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms 'Cause I got soul like James Brown and Rakim, Rock M&M One of the America's Most Blunted Smoked out with MC Eiht and compton most wanted Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger But it didn't work because they lee nails got longer But the weed is good for when you're makin' And girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened I know what happened, I told her, back Nick that motherfucker so check My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras Leave you on your back like Godzill did gamera Props on blocks smokin' the choc and what-nots I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin seatbelts
If you need to get high there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment I can't tell y'all what the weather's like 'cause my radio's fucked up And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty Don't panic take one more hit off the oxygen mask Calmly put your hands between your legs And kiss your black ass goodbye!! I'm swift like a motherfuckin gift for Christmas When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with bitches The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatEVER Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the clappin I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches Woo! I just don't give a FUCK I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia Travel around my curse universe I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus Noorotic, my style format rocks the project I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin? Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually They got factories with little dolls named after me But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere pressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin Newark New Jersey's what I represent Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home and to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District So what the fuck I got clapped on for my truck Then I laughed cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden Fuck that, let's get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers Hold hold hold, wait wait wait Let me school this bitch Yo bitch my shit is tight, can any MC do this *sounds of sex* And come back on the mic? I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots Talkin shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly Sayin I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back and let your moms give me cornrows on my crack Cause I'm nasty like that |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
Intro: Keith Murray
Yeah, bout to fly that knot Redman, Keith Murray, Erick Sermon with the, Cosmic Slop And we all pack glocks Word is Bond, word is bond Fuck around and get shot Verse One: E Double As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks Flyin expert, puttin in work No question, cosmic funk and weed session Like GangStarr, step up, it's Hard to Earn But I change up the mode, and blow up the globe The bandit, spittin dialect umm (UMMM) Catchin wreck umm (UMMM) One two micraphone check (UMMM) Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey To Hell and beyond FUNKADELIC DROP THE BOMB!! Verse Two: Redman Boo-yaa! I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya My Cosmic Slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers My flow freeze the Nile, The Funk Child splits the river Then I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust I'm spaced out, I LOST MY MIND ON CLOUD 19 VISINE FOR EYES, when I blow Alpines Dial 9, 0-0, For the hero of the wierdos I hope my brain don't bust Transform into a 7-11 Slurpie Slush IT'S THE FLY, My music will burn eyes Twice the chemical of Clorox Then I do an autopse on four cops When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts a lot Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th With black cats and Haley's Comet, blazin blunts in my driveway Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends That Def Squad will get the fuckin cream like Noxem...geyeah For those that remember pics and afros (it's on like that) Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got em Spaced out, way out, is what I'm talkin about In the Cosmic Slop of the Ghetto zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu Verse Three: Keith Murray With amazing manifestations, I dictate to nations More Cosmic Funk innovations in my creation This Cosmic sick mic cylcicyst Mega segments, be Sega, like Genesis I orbits the solar system, listenin Guzzlin, never sippin, or slippin and sympin when the track is rippin I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin Man listen, I give your whole crew a ass drenchin Just for mentionin, goin that route, runnin yo mouth You get your head smacked off towards down South And your crew too will be spaced out Way out, no doubt, y'all niggaz need to stop And get with this Cosmic Slop (Cosmic Slop, Cosmic Slop) And now, we program, we program Pop in the disk and who the hell is this? |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
Intro:
Aiyyo yo yo yo you better pass it Aiyyo check this out We coming to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City my man Where the knotty headed niggaz and the Brick City brigade dwell And if you don't know your fool better ask Aiyyo yo you better pass that blunt And yo E we comin to you live with the Cosmic type stuff Verse One: Redman Well it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath And you should be peep-in how I get smoked-out on the weekend I swing it to my crew or down to my fans Schoolin hell of stackas like final exams Cause, it's the Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant elements, and it's coming through your block Can't you smell it trick? want to copy-cat my whole format So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats Hoooo! Got a little Redman in town Who's that effin clown soundin wack with the frown?? I don't know man, but you better wonder what I would do While loud on this staff like birds one and two My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burrow You get hurt up, word up, Jam-med like Pearl Knock off from blood clot puff on the rough block Or I peep my man, Rockafella, it don't stop Chorus: On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin on to the funky shit, c'mon On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin on to the funky shit I said Jersey's in the house Jersey's in the house I said Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house I said Uptown's in the house Uptown's in the house I said the Bronx in the hidouse The Bronx in the hidouse Verse Two: Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond I'm comin in swarms, so turn your flashlights on Due to difficulty, my style flows while it tracrossed the planet in 48 Hours like Nick Nolte Droppin the flavor, stay Sky high like Pager I'm magical like Fantasia on paper I Saw the Light like Kraftwerk, of course When the T-L-A Rock shock the stuff, It's Yours! To your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed Thinkin you gonna sell two mil cakes real fast But you're blocked, and your earrings choke like a tec Now, who freakin style your ass gonna steal next? Are there any more imitators in the house?? There are no Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago Catch the cargo, funky like a bag of Bravos Way back, with a pump 92 K-T-you in car loads Huuh! I just stay funky like that Make you want to (sssss) my style like a junkie on crack Trick, you better back the freak up, for real now When I break it down from Newark NJ to IllTown Chorus: On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin on to the funky shit, c'mon On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin on to the funky shit I said Virginia's in the house Virginia's in the house I said Cali's in the house Cali's in the house I said Atlanta's in the house Atlanta's in the house North Carolina's in the house Carolina's in the house Verse Three: Yoo-hoo watch the birdie!! While Red wreck your brains early If rap was be |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
Intro:
Aiyyo yo yo yo you better pass it Aiyyo check this out We coming to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City my man Where the knotty headed niggaz and the Brick City brigade dwell And if you don't know your fool better ask Aiyyo yo you better pass that blunt And yo E we comin to you live with the Cosmic type stuff Verse One: Redman Well it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath And you should be peep-in how I get smoked-out on the weekend I swing it to my crew or down to my fans Schoolin hell of stackas like final exams Cause, it's the Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant elements, and it's coming through your block Can't you smell it trick? want to copy-cat my whole format So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats Hoooo! Got a little Redman in town Who's that effin clown soundin wack with the frown?? I don't know man, but you better wonder what I would do While loud on this staff like birds one and two My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burrow You get hurt up, word up, Jam-med like Pearl Knock off from blood clot puff on the rough block Or I peep my man, Rockafella, it don't stop Chorus: On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin on to the funky shit, c'mon On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin on to the funky shit I said Jersey's in the house Jersey's in the house I said Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house I said Uptown's in the house Uptown's in the house I said the Bronx in the hidouse The Bronx in the hidouse Verse Two: Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond I'm comin in swarms, so turn your flashlights on Due to difficulty, my style flows while it tracrossed the planet in 48 Hours like Nick Nolte Droppin the flavor, stay Sky high like Pager I'm magical like Fantasia on paper I Saw the Light like Kraftwerk, of course When the T-L-A Rock shock the stuff, It's Yours! To your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed Thinkin you gonna sell two mil cakes real fast But you're blocked, and your earrings choke like a tec Now, who freakin style your ass gonna steal next? Are there any more imitators in the house?? There are no Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago Catch the cargo, funky like a bag of Bravos Way back, with a pump 92 K-T-you in car loads Huuh! I just stay funky like that Make you want to (sssss) my style like a junkie on crack Trick, you better back the freak up, for real now When I break it down from Newark NJ to IllTown Chorus: On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin on to the funky shit, c'mon On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin on to the funky shit I said Virginia's in the house Virginia's in the house I said Cali's in the house Cali's in the house I said Atlanta's in the house Atlanta's in the house North Carolina's in the house Carolina's in the house Verse Three: Yoo-hoo watch the birdie!! While Red wreck your brains early If rap was be |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
Motherfuckin ladies and gentleman
My style's rugged like Timberland When I clock lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon My style flow local like New Jersey transit And I can't stand it And you'll need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it I'm from N to the E W A R K Newark NJ got the AK When I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy I'm a Kid From the Hall I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit I keep the chronic patrol on the road In case you're wondering why I keep my izm Cause I smoked everybody else's shit up My style's the ultimate funk when I mic checka One two checka And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and Decker So check the, manuscript, man you flipped Put it down if you can't handle it Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College Graduate I got a degrees in Physics on how high I can get Then next I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and stealin And fuckin niggaz everyday Now Jersey's on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand side Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my ride So, sliiiide, before I call the medics You can bet bitch you couldn't get fly if you were FedEx Can I, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to California Cause Reggie Noble dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho My music more underground than a kid at 300 XL Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degrees And cause surgery for emergency Cause Reggie Noble's known like burglary I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did Cause we run around Newark with the nine cock Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my block And if ya don't know the flavor, be a tough guy and enter So go show you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey center I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your canines Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when it's playtime I rock around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendar Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class major was Algebra I make bitches moan to my Stallone without Sylvester Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole school system of investors So check us, I always smoke mad blunts before breakfast Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60 I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up I blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello (Yo whattup dogg?) Really, now pass the second blunt to Quilly Now sit your big ass down 'cause I don't know about this rap stuff There wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick Watch out now, I ain't bullshittin I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three goddamnit And if you keep on with that dirty mistreatin I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating And yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionic You find it I'll have to rewind it where minds are blinded Time for some action so time to find it I smoked out like a cookout, look out my dick's out That was last album when I was bouncin on trains like Malcolm I was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldn't survive That's why I quit my nine to five and got live Because this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pockets And I'm Audi for ninety-four because I already got my props Hoes, hoes, and more hoes... |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
Whoo hahh... ohhahh wooooh
Aww shit!! Hey dudes my interludes more fatter than most niggaz LP's So don't sell me to stale cheese I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama puffin on ganja sippin on a Cherry Bianca My grand finale's like an alley when it's rowdy kick more bars than the penile G And let my nine clap loudly Click click bee yow bang booyaka!! What am I do to ya? It's somethin new to ya Like screwin ya, all over my studi-ah Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties That quickly I hooked you, now fix me with your lips B...otch, unloosen my belt thinkin to grab the crotch But before you do move my glock before it shoot my cock And see basically them trick bitches get no dap (word) And see basically Redman album is no joke (word) And see basically I don't get caught up at my label (word) Cause I kill when they fuck with food on my dinner table (word) I drop a punchline at lunchtime cause I'm a Close Encounter of the None Kind with dumb rhymes I battle allay'all at one time So fuck all you fools out there with the large vocabulary in your sentence, I don't need that shit to pay my rent with, huh And to the nosey snake-ass hoes I ask you Why you be acting all fly when your monkey-ass work at fast food? And why is it everytime that a multiplatinum artist always use the underground to make a comeback? Is it fair to the hardcore niggaz that rap? That don't give a fuck about the radio plus the next bitch at that? And being hardcore and mad about wearing high-tech boots and black skelly hats? And making fake-ass frowns because your best buddy packs? Think about it Sip on a chocolate thai, and let your brain fall out of focus This is another episode, coming live from the Funkadelic man himself Yeah Ahhh Huh |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
I'm like row row like I have cerebral palsy
My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be Crack the dill's spread the Buddha in the hid-ouse Roll it up and Diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures Pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras It's the truth like funk 180 proof Don't drop your drawers I'll fuck through your daisy dukes, true Put your fingers up in the air if your high I walk by, so f-in' dry I swing up in it 'bout an average as half as Good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards And touch bills and Bogart shit like Humphrey You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet Or 90210 fuck it yo, in the movies I'm the Nigga puffin' Buddha in the back row [Chorus:] I can't wait to get it on [Repeat 8x] I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the land of the lost You can't see me like Charlie Angel's boss I'm often coolin' round the Bliddocks I rock round the Cliddock My Gliddock cocked from here to 16 for Liddocks I tried to Thomas if I'm gettin' scopic I was built like two tits but now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet Now who got the funk, we got the funk A yo well, I got the weed, we got the blunt I never sniff, I used to puff Buddha's in the jail Back in 88 when it was 20 cent a gram You couldn't read me in braille, hell I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin' L The fly guy with force like Luke sky Down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly The funkadelic been rockin' mic's since the fourth grade I terminate like X and I terminate like Schwarzenegge' Dum di dum, rock like Buju Banton Soup like won ton, fuck by the ton Please, my whole crew's makin' cheese Tonight's the night baby so suck up on these And it's on [Chorus] I said, I catch the A-train to the left, smoke the junk I set shit off like Boba Fett. Big up to all my Nigga's in the housing projects I'm Runnin' up in your contingents and split your guts, round and round If you get scared of my lines when I rock well Got wits like Pernell, shits the bomb like Akinyele Rickety rock it, mind be best to knock this Waste Nigga's like toxic, wet like galoshes Can I handle my biz? Yes you can I 'cause chaos and bring a lot of def to jams Yes I can, now ask to get out Pop the trunk, clu-clunk and now give me a ba-bump ba-bump Oh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes Y'all faggot's stepped on my Huffman and Coo's Word to Dan, tan, pillow and cool be |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
The hype's got me, I knock 'em out the box then out socks
'Cause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks My block's hot, so gimme all you got When I'm done rockin', I leave you all doin' the Bus Stop My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast 'em like cookouts I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books out Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye Starvin' since the days of Kindergarten When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong I'm 'Killin' You Softly' with this song, with this bomb I'm like the Bronx 'cause I Boogie Down I'm representin' Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget (Aiyyo, yo, yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it The top, notch, look over your sess spots Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops Burn more steam than carpet cleaners I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin' a misdemeanor Boom-bash I set it off (Right, right) I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights My lyrics starvin', my crew runs like the mob And the funk butter cup 'cause I'm a bastard at robbin' I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter Are you tuned in to my tunes it's boom Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker The way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz With a pad and a pen I blend funky images That leave your girl hemmoragin' for about two million And three years move along there's nothing to see here If I wasn't nice motherfucker, I wouldn't be here Yeah, yeah, put metaphors inside a bracket Def Squad's in the house and motherfucker we can back it Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang, boom bang The sound makes your brains wet With 'The Color Purple' on a freight train The devil's the conductor Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn I'm more diesel than evil, meant evil like Sebastian Don't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's And other alien type of MC's So throw your shit up in the sky 'Cause Redman's about to get live, like one-two-five I smoke 'High Times' magazines when I lounge And broken mics and cords is left Winicumuhround motherfucker |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
Intro:
Eeeyeahh Wuditlooklike to all you trick bitches and you punk ass niggaz out there I'm talkin to you live from WFDS It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker We're From the DarkSide radio But the funk just don't stop As we take y'all fat roly poly asses on another journey To the darkside... Verse One: Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat Verbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness To the best of my ability I rock any facility And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries I'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!! and Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I. I'm saggin my.... Karl Kani... Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E. PPP, got the glocks and techs Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class Chorus: repeat 4X And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Verse Two: A-hem... The Funk Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops Because (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular) Rock six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta) Knew my style got more powers than Cocoon Zoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin When I'm vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect I'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical Verbal communications blow to the next ep Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up The boogie verbalist, vocalist I get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloist My style reachin down like Ike, switch up like dykes and You'll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike Chorus Verse Three: Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no love 'cause They think I'm crazy and like mentally sick Ahhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I Smoke a pound of herb a day, and yo Some bitches say, I'm the Mack like Maceo I don't be that I just beez the funk disease The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through that leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed That other shit, makes them other ship, flip funk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I from Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump I bust off the glock for the hood and the block Chorus And that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
Hahahahahahaaaaa
Watch out! Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside Watch out! From Hell and beyond the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed Watch out! A new ever! If you don't know your bitch ass better Watch out! Axe somebody! Shoot em up! The Hurricane G is live and in color Watch out! We run you motherfuckers! The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color Watch out! We run you motherfuckers! Puffin mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch And a nigga, cause niggaz, and bitches ain't shit! Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis Watch out! Is in the motherfuckin' house With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass Watch out! Yeah! The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk (Hoo-hah!! Wild like Shaolin monks) Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, Flatbush You wuss, you can't push push in the bush Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond Where the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled Cheech and Chong The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna Then I rock jams like Santana I move MC's like niggaz move keys uptown Red and Hurricane G, so how you like us now?! [Chorus: Repeat 4X] Watch out! We run New York Yeah (Hurricane G hit em one time) From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks So I holds back what you took! I take my funk and my religion serious Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious (hahahahaa) cause I'm furious! How dare you motherfuckers, forget about the ultimate Funk, bitttccchh nigga! I got your wicked witch with a switch Motherfucker, fuck you and your crew! So what nigga, is it you want to do? In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches For the real trick deez who can dig it Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the back The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack buddha on the rhyme since eighty-nine It's all in your mind, but what's yours is mine Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes Now! It ain't a nigga who could hang or pop yang, about a motherfuckin' th-a-a-a-ang And uh, fuck any bitch who can't hang I'm representin' bitches universal! It go, one for the biz, on the bizness Which y'all blesses with God's blessings, do you see? Hurricane and Redman original steel Latin Queens in the house!! So nigga swing it over here on these big fat tits!! (Titties, hahahahahaa) The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block I'm walkin' through the sewer with manure on my socks Your style, I freaked it when I was a child So you talkin' that baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now? Verbally I crush, brains erupt Blow your focus, like you sniffin' angel dust Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a cock-sucker And cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherfuckers Every verse, every word I preach Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat! I light a blunt for niggaz up in Sing-Sing I do it to death, style is funk that's fresh Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contest And I'm hotter, than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and I'm as Eager, as nigga wantin' my shit to dub Cause my shit be bangin' like the Crips and Bloods Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots I Skywalk the planet like my code name was Luke From the darkside, I'm from the darkside Pah I'm Above the Law like Steven Segall Motherfucker!! Watch out! Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside Come travel Watch out! On our metaphoric futuristic type shit As we blow your brains like spliffs Watch out! Dr. Trevis is outta here For the nine-fo' you stank... bitch Watch out! Yeahh Watch out! |
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from Redman - Dare Iz A Darkside (1999)
Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy?
Word is bond word is me Smokin mad blunts and all the fronts and Check it out whatcha want and Go on with slang well get to bang rockin my thang Funkadelic hit you with irrelevant heyyyy Micraphone check I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks I'm known for smokin ass cracks til I get ass flashbacks So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can *bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? HELL NO Come back in to fatten to funky tracks Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch the clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh So on and on and let me kick the rab That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant... ..ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz I kill like that, plus I roll like that I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute the loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva Let me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah! Oh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it She wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass And lickin ya down to your clitoris Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus! Baby, cause I'm famous! Nope, I didn't mean that The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
Dr. Trevis] Redman wake up. Wake up Redman wake up. (ba ga goom ba gi) This is album three can you hear me? (ba ga goom ba gi) This is Dr. Trevis can you hear me? (BA GA GOOM BA GI) You must stay focused you must focus your mind (BA GA GOOM BA GI) >repeats 14 times to various jungle/bird sounds >Redman continues to chant explosions are heard Sound of heavy machinery something crashing More explosions and/or things crashing Sounds get louder and quicker, drowning out chant Sound of ripping/machinery, lion roars More crash sounds, lion roars, chanting heard again Lion roars, crash, machinery [intro ends |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
yah word up Hooooaa haha haaaaaa ("Iz he for real he can't be" Rock Leflah Leflour Eshkoshkah) yah word up Haha hooooaa haaaaaa ("Iz he for real he can't be") yah word up Hoooooaa iz he 4 real haaaaaa ("Iz he for real he can't be") Haha unbeknown unbelieved Hoooooaa haha haaaaaa ("Iz he for real he can't be") Somebody light the fuse so I can bring bad news To all these crews who can't NBA Jam with the shoes That double shot Hennesee got my mind trippin Drunk enough to start a campaign on ass kickin With my nigga Keith who give assists like Scott Pippen For MC derelict whippin, cap or cock twistin Drop your money in the slot if your block don't got a real representer cocked for action like my block got Rhyme skills three and a quarter for them drop tops Your caliber, straight up pussy who pop glocks While I kick facts react on funky tracks Give me room like the Hyatt while I run this jungle habitat And if I snap get that monkey off my back Me and mikes together roll tighter than Slick and Vance Wright Toast to the real MC's that can feel me And if your bitch ain't jumpin now then later on she will be All these weak punk MC's kill me They don't feel me, come to Jersey get jacked like Jill G Hooooo, haaaaa ("Iz he for real he can't be") 4X |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
W.. F.. D.. S..) Aiyyo aiyyo check this out man Hah aiyyo hah hah Aiyyo aiyyo hah hah Nahnah aiyyo aiyyo Damn I'm the bomb ringin off all types alarms My palms be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's Aggravated assault against an MC Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees It's mad real in Da Bricks plus I roll thick You can quote this I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness Bitch walk the walk if you talk the talk I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one With a tape deck, if it's feasible Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe But I get you souped when I rock respect due I'sa nice nigga that wanna get diced Slice the mic device like the body of Christ twice E Double if you feel me hit me once (A breaker one, a breaker two) Cause trouble to you family and friends Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends Got caught out there cause you a Mack without 10 Punch you in your chin The rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay cooler than a double L Turn a felony to a misdemeanor Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap Blunt, grabbin my weiner Now first of all I go for broke Check the third quarter note, I make you feel like your water broke Can't tell whether male or female I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell All aboard my balls, cause my dick don't got a lot of room for the rest of y'all Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo' bitch, about nine inch up the clit Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em shit I shines MC's up for auction So I can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down and turn into an ass-kicking holiday Word, I rolls with the Funklord With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards He's bleeding get the gauze He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for Push the clip in, slide the top back Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract Shit like that get me vexed So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's Hah-hah One deuce! One deuce Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture So you won't forget the, black Jack the Ripper Sorceror offin y'all with techniques A universal lingo, with the odd speaks Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak Smokin that leak at full peak Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique College radio, no I mack shit like Maceo Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw Shit you never seen before So when you come inside, and do the front Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run Relax your minds, let your concious be free And get money, and G's and roll these trees ... This is DJ SAYWHAT?? on this motherfucker. Comin to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City. (continued on Welcome |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
(DJ SAYWHAT??)
Our phone are open for all you high motherfuckers At 1 800 DIKINYABOOTY [Redman] Welcome That's 1 800 dick in ya boo tay!! [Redman] Welcome *ringing phone is answered* Aiyyo this is Mad Duke callin from Da Bricks I'm on the block with Uncle Quilly and Leroy Sweetdick gettin my smoke on for you onionhead motherfuckers Hi this K Spark from the Al Parks dammmn! Welcome to another nineteen ninety-six Funk Doctor Spock tape As we take y'all minds on another journey, through the darkside We uplift you! Def Squad force comin through with the ruckus Jammin for all knotty-headed peasy motherfuckers, ahh And for funky bitches, we got a funky thing for you I said I gets down like that, who am I (Funk Doctor) (as I kiss the sky) I said I gets down like that, who am I (Funk Doctor) (as I kiss the sky) Bomb troll, funkier than Haitian underarms Represent Jersey, the land of firearms Hotwired cars, emptying cigars Afros, mofo's, on knees with momo's It's nasty as I come my shit be douche I used to be the chief instructor for Bruce Choose your weapon -- A FATALITY Line your crew up now -- BABALITY In nineteen ninety-six bitch ass niggaz all in my mix On some rah rah shit, get my rah rah dick! Nuts alert, first sound de alarm on de expert My network, operate sharper than a Gilette works Off the corner style Blinds in Knightening Armor About more Facts of Life than Tudy or Blair Warner Chi-Town where you at (we got your back) D.C. where you at (we got your back) My crew Come Strapped like MC Eiht with nickel plates Gettin mad Dead Presidents ask Lorenzo Tate Ahh, gettin loot rollin craps in the yard Can't be scarred by media, SO FUCK THE MEDIA Most MC's are terrible, unbearable Couldn't get stupid if you were sliced cerebral Ahh no need to... act like he's shittin Man you're funnier than Ed Griffith, it's Red's kitchen My infrared's missin, damn I'm slippin I'm out of ammo, yo Crossbreed, stick the clip in |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
Yo! Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound Yippie-yi-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now Check the motion while I be puffin the pot-enent Blow spots and urban networks with other experts Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs So fuck your bulletproof gear If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast (boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns When Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds Bomb niggaz like they did in Oklahoma Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed [Crossbreed] I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers Makin MC's so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster Packed with swift solid style structure Simonizing MC's with the degree of street ruckus Aiyyo who got guns? I split precise, spleen splitter Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters I devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man's last power Body, the six four mind shotty The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal Laceratin your retina for tryin to see this As I'm flowin through the prism of the X-3-D See at forty belows I freak flows that burn your nose When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed Chorus: Redman, Crossbreed Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? Yo, don't you know, who I am motherfucker? [Redman's the name fool] That's my nigga! Why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? Yo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker? [Crossbreed's the crew fool] They're my niggaz! Verse Three: da otha Crossbreed MC Things ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day A bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say Twistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get With the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped As I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper I execute and burn MC's like Absolut with no chaser Strong as chemical the general with rhymes Past wreckin mics, I make the earth shatter like the 7th sign My drama bringer bring about a new order I'm sending a plague through your town like God to Sodom and Gomorrah Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless Make gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest No man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally X3D beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes Nuff said, X-3-D blowin up, case closed |
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Pick it up pick it up (4X) If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you gon do Pick it up pick it up (3X) Verse One: While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check The double S vest nigga wreck the discotheque Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks Then tap your man back and be like "Did you see that??" Ahh yes comin from the North South East West Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess we bless, mics, three times a day Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels Strictly laughing at MC's Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep Niggaz be like "Ahh he changed his style up" Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah It's nine-six so get with it Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin Listen, must we forget, I originated all that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit Brick City!! Is where I get down kid Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit PPP got the glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck Say what? Got some fly shit on deck Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck PPP got the glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck Verse Two: First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas To all MC's, I love it that you hate us Drop skills that might send wind chill factors Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack Step uncorrect and get blackened The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men I don't tote guns I tote funds While you still puzzled how my antidote runs Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it You remind me of school on a Sunday No class, beatin all King's down doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz Back, nobody got the Red shook Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me That's why them hardcore promoters still book me You shook G... word up... hah hah... If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you gon do Pick it up, pick it up If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground What the fuck you gon do Pick her up, pick her up I keep it fly y'all Fly fly y'all (5X) Verse Three: Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's We bag for cheese just to get weed Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch at courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy Then freeze.... hah, ha-hah Where was I? Oh yes Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc Another nigga smoked from impression Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped And I still walk around with the hooked up Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches And uptown got the la-la spots And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks But still, I walk around with the grill Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents To any, MC who wonder what got in me To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on *static from radio surfing* Thanks Bill This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots that my camera crew and I had a chance to visit during our stay in Da Bricks Although we suffered minor setback this week when our TV satellite van was stolen We managed to get around best way possible We had chances to see spots like Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen 19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now there's someone about to go for their drugs or as they would say, stash Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs? [Redman] Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam* This here, is the telephone line of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress Shhh |
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Ayo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
Knees buckle the fuck up when I'm splittin' my dutch Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin' for free It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me It cost twenty if you're down with it Ayo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted To ride around blitted Cause I be feignin' for that pookie I smoke the good sh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies And I be, smokin' up the hotel lobby Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G I'm holdin' it down for the be-Rrrah-I-see K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely (Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin' blitz) Ask me if I love the rap game, I, I'm loving it Cause I can do what the ow fuck I feel is real Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell uh to get the dills I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real pals Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real pals Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow I just love tokin', blackin' out like Tame in the open Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin' Froze you so fast, you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in Aw! I got the sh to get your whole click high We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes this-a-way I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real pals Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop I'm gettin' mad fucked up and ya don't stop To all my real dogs, all my real pals Who ain't smokin', get the fuck ow Smoke Buddah, smoke Buddah The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by Nas whip Niggas against smokin' weed in public places A subdivision of I-K-S-R-F-O I'm knockin' somebody right the fuck out |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
[E Dub] Microphone check one two Aiyyo you ready to get down man? [Red] Yo whateva man [E Dub] You ready to get drunk as fuck? [Red] Whateva man [E Dub] You you sayin somethin? [Red] Whateva man [E Dub] Aiyyo [Red] Whateva man [E Dub] Check it Kool V (I keeps it bangin keep it swangin Mike type of sangin) Ohh la la la! (So what cha sayin) Verse One: Redman, Sermon Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you I keep your daughter way out past her curfew Hard far from commercial (So what cha mean nigga) We don't give a fuck when we smoked out In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks Aiyyo, can I be SWV? You the One nigga Rap Shogun, yes E the one Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger Yo give me dap nigga What I clap lyrically tap call back Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep) Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert Your boombox better form a union Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond Niggaz front like they want it But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches that's Masters like the Furious Five I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog (Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this *woman moaning* (ohhh daddy... aiyeee) [Sermon and Red harmonizing] [Red] Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] You ready to knock this nigga out? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] Yo, you ready to get this chedda? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] You ready to start this shit off? [E Dub] Whateva man Verse Two: Redman I smoked with a lot of college, students Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark Bigger they come, harder they fall That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all I lit my first L before I started to crawl I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl But things changed since I was twelve years old I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher [Red] You ready to roll this weed up? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] You ready to rob this niga? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] You ready to fuck bitch? [E Dub] Whateva man [Red] You ready to guzzle this liquor? [E Dub] Whateva man (E Dub harmonizing again |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
Hahha Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up Sharper than your double edger watch me cough shit up Live and direct respect it to the underground connect Pah!! I'm wreckin any MC you select Yo E load me in your gun light the flares Give me forty eight bars and I go out like gays at Billy Bear Wear and tear I'm wreckin for the Bricks is where Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere Conjunction junction what's your function It's that nigga who's so swift I could lose a compass Step into jams, with seven niggaz in a Land And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan Drop the farenheight back down to zero Bring Heat to the streets like I'm Pacino and DeNiro Raw dog material, grand imperial Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain't hearin you So take heed to what I'm saying Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe? You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze me Now time for lyrics, put up your guns And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads Crowd your Rap City committee, like I'm [Big Leads] Most bigger than them Melendez brothers You need Cochran when you're fuckin with Judge Red Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ass Hookers ridin dick, like I'm a motorcycle You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you I make sure your vision blur, till you don't know what occurred Until I black out every nerver Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'ouerves I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!! Hah, if you still look up in the sky I'm still high All the way live like Lakeside Wann die? E (whattup son), you got this beat pumpin The way I feel niggaz ain't leave until they up in somethin Pack my dutch like the niggaz in the county Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me (Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante) So take heed to what I'm saying Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing To my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say Don't stop, the body rock To my people in the front, if you're tokin on blunts, say Don't stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwww I'm too strong for you to listen I started spittin, that's why the brick niggaz be lickin They stay on magazine written equipments And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch went I'm smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back Buddy, bringin money to your girl for your little daughter like I'm Cutty Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par You raw, you're more like Zsa Zsa Gabor Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored And I pump the funk to keep a room and board *record scratches, rooster cackles |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
Artist: Redman f/ Method Man
Album: Muddy Waters Song: Do What Ya Feel Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro: Redman] Hahahahahaaa follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow I'ma follow... Just do what ya feel and we gon' follow Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow Haha, Meth-Tical [Method Man] Who wanna flip with the acrobatic From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical The resevoir is now open I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style We hold court and blow trial You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now Man's down, hands down Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart to my fucking heart Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word Time Time 4 Sum Aksion Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund I'm throwin wrestlin holds Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot If it don't hip it don't hop If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life [Redman] I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule Better move with a set of tools I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters when I slaughter don't get, caught in the water Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease Did more drugs than pharmacies So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority And when my nigga Meth shine out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time (Redman and Method Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh") It's that Jersey representer Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter [Method] Word... [Redman] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (repeat 3X) Funk Doc break it down [Redman] Hah.. yo, suck my dick out of animosity The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' camps like pottery To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy Impossibly might be the one in black leather Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter" The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her Three years for carrying a loaded handgun But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one to your cranium That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian (Yo watch you say to him!) You caught up in a tight situation I should start erasin your whole organization for makin wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're still wack I peel caps, on the regular Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator Fuck you, your label moms and yo' editor Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin Bitches hit me off more than New Edition (Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet) I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique So Iron Lung (one me gun done) Get on the mic and break em off with sumthin sumthin [Method Man] We moonshine and grow crops Purchasin the handhelds with the sho' shots, it got me spittin these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin Next in, line, parental discretion advised these explicit, street linguistics Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid Color-safe bleach so I don't fade Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp get yo' bandaids hold that Like E said, Get the Bozack Show them wack niggaz where the do's at On the case like I'm Kojak Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch Flip scripts take LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus One, I come with premeditated redrum Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums Bottom line either get down or get done Motherfucker |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
bus door shuts bus pulls out Yeahhhahhyeahhhahahhehhh I got a soda you can't have none of! I got a soda it's only enough for one hon I got a soda y'all can't have a god damn sip I got a soda I know you want it I... Aiyyo shut that singin shit up nigga Ladies and gentlemen this is a motherfuckin stick up! Put your motherfuckin hands in the air! blam blam blam The first motherfucker that move is gonna catch this motherfucker Word up, up the motherfuckin wallet, the jewels The cash, take your motherfuckin sneakers off I'm not fuckin pl... bitch, if you move, I'm tellin you You gonna get it Nigga you tryin to hide your motherfuckin hands Take them rings off motherfucker! Ay man, gimme that motherfuckin cola nigga I ain't fuckin playin! |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
To my no good niggaz and my no good bitches Sorry if I left somebody leavin out with stitches Seems y'all too bold for ya britches Enslaved your mind like cotton pickers for runnin wit some rotten niggaz I get raw to the core with hardcore metaphors Resevoir Dog style truly yours Yes I be the slug up in your chest Then you wonder why you can't feel the full strength of ciggarettes My nationality is, brutality I got the gun up under your leather nigga so walk casually You'd be surprised how much info you can get For a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks Plus, that crew you run with is butt I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up Rappers comin to New Jersey and be gettin fucked up Talkin about where they from and shit when dem sons ain't runnin shit and go off a BIT if you do a show in da Bricks You'd swear you was fly and how we bring so much turbulence I keep your nervous level high nigga You better kiss your son and daughter, tell em bye nigga When we creep Verse Two: I give respect to all my woolly niggaz with the Rolex Shinin briquettes, flashin cash and dumpin Moets Especially when my royalty check is late, I don't hesitate I scoop up Keith, and see who's flashin at the Palla- -dium, hide your weed niggaz cause here I come Lookin bummy for low profile, so loud MC's overlook me I slip the bartender some more Just to tell me [how much cash and Dom P you pour] Huh, I should start robbin rappers in the industry If we ain't clickin then I'm engineerin your injuries Forty-eight tracks of automatics and facts Lyrically splat-datted till your mentality blacks And I don't give a FUCK if you did thirty bids Still I bring Ecstasy like I'm the rapper Jaleel Blaow blaow blaow, lickin shots for your fuckin mind, I got you niggaz duckin out like I'm one-time Or five-oh, po-po, I drive hoes nutty Like I be doin security at my live shows Your A&R is a punk, he got you gassed when I brutally smash any contender in my weight class Aiyyo Twinz yo this nigga got jewels (hold that nigga while I rob this fool) When we creep |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
Due to technical dificulties beyond our control Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us (K-Solo) Erick Sermon, keep keep it on Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on Keep keep on, ya don't stop Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop K-Solo, Redman, ya don't stop Erick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don't stop [K-Solo] I X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off cliffs grabbin their ass cheeks yellin GERONIMO It ain't a problem at all when K solve Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards are charged, by my entourage, who put the Ram in Dodge, bas cla in bumba claat Maintain, few remain in the game So I remain focused and pop's the main aim [Redman] Well it's the Funk Doctor Spock, the pon cock lyricist My mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this shit Biscuits be cockin back when I be comin I guess they heard how I be takin MC's out by the hundreds Wanted, for two million and a body alone And use the microphone as my accomplice Scientist, field-trippin, thinkin What the fuck is this funky fungus that growed among us [K-Solo] Sprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too But can't hang two, like we do Fuck them, they better bow slow This rhyme'll cold hit em, real quick cause I'm K-Solo Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise See what the better vet, could do, to you undouche you three groups, four punkses at a time I box two and knock em out at the drop of a dime [Redman] The long faced murderer Servin over two billion motherfuckers |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
Original rude bwoy... on your scene Haha ha ha ha! Everybody light your blunts get your smoke on Hahah All you bitches drop your drawers... witcha stinkin ass (stinkin ass) Just roll that weed (roll that weed) just roll that weed (roll that weed) Verse One: Aiyyo yes it's me the MC Grand Royal Spittin that Newcleus I suggest you Jams On It I'm not a role model I cracks the Beck's bottle Smoke blunts, play pretty MC's as sex models So inhale exhale what you smell? Derail the frail blind MC off my trail If he use braille, see I never been touched Regulate the street tactics then parlay in the cut Uhhahhh, lay back and hit this while I shit this Flip this, get some ass flow at long distance And plus I pack nine inches in my britches And keep an instant lit for the funky ass bitches Newark, New Jersey's on the map, ?comprende? And confrontations start from the blunts and the Reme And if an-y, MC out there wanna test Call my boy Poppa C to put a slug in your vest Chorus: [from _Whut? Thee Album_; "Tonight's Tha Night"] Check, I walk around the street with the black tec nine By the waistline, kickin the hype shit So turn the volume up a notch And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make your speakers pop (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Owwww, shit I'm just one hip nigga Shit is off the hook when my crew is in the mixture What I deliver, over tracks and rivers Is making your lungs collapse and quiver, it's the PPP foundation in your ass We be the bomb like that Oklahoma blast Then outlast, a few clowns, sounds Raps, stay bein the mack like Dru Down Ask me what I smoke and I say, "It's the method!" Funk off the hook I leave shit disconnected! What's the name of that town rollin up trees? [Jersey smokin up the bom ba zee!] It don't stop, you better move slowly I make that chest wet and cosy Then dip lowkey like OG's Then inject that antidote to make you OD You know a better flower get the dough G and show me I bet you I make em more pussy than Jonsy *meow* And show em How High I am just from the nosebleed (How High) I keep it Naughty By Nature Kick that rugged shit that Maybelline could make-up, lace up Interlude: (Yeah Funk Doctor, represent one time for all the blunt smokers) Smokin weed (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, it's how we do) Let me hear you go ooooohhhh! (ooooohhhh!) Smoke lalala (smoke lalala) Let me hear you go ooooohhhh! (oooohhhhh!) Smoke lalala (smoke lalala) Verse Three: Funk Doctor, got your ass locked down proper Let me next blast derelicts, binaca I'ma Star at War, smoke blunts, don't Chew-bacca The head banger boogie for the marijuana shoppers Lace the tracks with stacks of artifacts Make the police arrest me for givin the cardiac Cause I'm the shitter, headbanger non-quitter Twenty blunt a day nigga, Landcruise whipper I represent, commence to beat an instrument Who's next to get that ass bent ten percent I make you boo pass off your jewels you lose cause (I am so cool... cool... cool...) React opponent, I Got Five On It Met some hoochie, now I got fifty-five on it With two Coronas, I dominate my opponents To the hardcore niggaz, keep on! (motherfucker) Chorus |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
Yo hard beats like this keep my mentality raw I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door My tex ture be the kind that explore MC's then blow em out metaphor after metaphor I'm more wetter than your boy bigger So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemploy nigga I should own a fly bitch house and a Benz But I got chickenheads criminals and broke friends that love to get in keep the seventeen spinnin Pull out from my jaw linin, commence to split end Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture Cause when I'm shittin niggaz hit mo decks than a skipper Mr and Mrs Howe, MaryAnne and Ginger Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigger waters out I got orders to kill em softly I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me Who's the Boss G you better radio the walkie talkie For the Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me Got a big dick and your bitch click When I flip this I got more work than a olympic gymnast Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track Milkier than Similak when I'm next up to bat ("Redman is on the mic and I'ma..." "Dope motherfucker, yeah, you best ax somebody" Snoop) (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop Sermon 8X) Fuck the talk I walk whatever I claim to do Knock a mule on her ass and turn her pussy black and blue You couldn't run up if your Fighter was Virtua I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots It's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight Deaths by far, my rap repatoire be the art of murderin makin it hard for you to spar We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your baby mama Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here Male groupies gettin shaky when I come from the rear Hah, that get on your nerve neighbor that play the music loud as fuck three in the mornin off a paper With mad Zul in the L-S-C In the downtown area, scannin the perimeter All my boos with the open toed shoes If you ain't gettin that pussy eaten right, let me show you Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox said Ain't No Nigga like the Funk Doctor Spock G (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop Sermon 4X) As I dive into the crowd I wanna see who the fuck gettin loud Who da fuck runnin off at dey mouf? I let my nigga Fifty Cent knock that ass out Word bond, bitches talkin bout pourin out Cristal and Dom P they better stick to Sade Blackin out whylin, smackin out weaves Break niggaz cheap ass chains and medallions You're just a part time sucker in the game Shit is real motherfucker start namin names And if you name my name I whoop ass like Steven Seagal Give you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin train Let your brains hang from the 808 bang And if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to blame (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop Erick Sermon 12X then fades) We'll be right back with some more funk shit for all you stankin asses after we pay these bills |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
It goes one for the mind and two for the money Who dat wit skull tattooes and his nose runny It's me that funky MC the Rrr ah E Indubitably I'm Jersey down to Mitentry Officer you're hawkin the ninety three Landcruise When it's real criminals you should be watchin for Get off my dick for what you don't got Plus you probably never licked a shot on your block Walkin to my car witcha nine out the holster Put your hands on the steering wheel like ya sposed ta I cooperate don't give the redneck no hassle Because too many mistakes be happening to black folk I said what the fuck are you lookin 4? Can't a young man make money anymore? Hah hah, leave ya butt naked... I said what the fuck are you lookin 4? Can't a young man make money anymore? Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the cop is riffin Damn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-in But it's alright cause me and my niggaz roll tight We all think alike, we jump out whoever packin pipe Don't they know who's the freak from the East? I get faded like Chong and Cheech without bleach And started spittin game 'fore these cops start to reach on these creeps, showin mentality from the streets Even though we had a half a pound by the seats My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat Since one cop was white the otha was a brotha I pulled out my tape and front page of the cover of The Source, told him me and Janet's on tour Broke it down to who's my boss and who I rap for Plus them niggaz, EPMD Put me D, now I'm runnin with the Green Eyed B A-N-D-I-T, and Def Squad camp Here's your Def Jam tickets and your autograph Now haul ass, I got a meetin bout seven Basically I'm saying bye bye like Guy My license, been suspended, for about five years The system got my ass in the jam Can't even ride to see my fam in Alabam' I get petrified everytime I see the man throw the lights on (woop woop) The mic's on so I stress it Shit I'm haulin ass before I start undressin Niggaz on they knees with they hands on the top of the heads while the Feds crack jokes with the glock in ya Don't get me wrong I know a lot of cool cops That'd let me go if I had two glocks and oowops But, I don't, so, I keeps it, real The five hundred series with deep dish peels Quick, my bitch, stash, two clips, between two her tits before the cops fuck with the Rrr-ah I'm a nigga of today a nigga of tomorrow, beyotch! To my people in Kentucky rock rock on word is bond Newark New Jersey rock rock on word is bond Atlanta Georgia rock rock on word is bond Connecticut rock rock on word is bond To my people up in Queens rock rock on word is bond Bri-donx in the house rock rock on word is bond Virginia's in this bitch rock rock on word is bond San Francisco rock rock on word is bond Yeah, bitch ass niggaz rock this |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
Look up in the sky (SOOP soop...) It's a bird (SOOP soop...) IT'S A PLANE!! (SOOP soop...) Nah motherfuckers (SOOP soop...) Hahaha Verse One: I was flyin through the motherfuckin sky With my blunt full of lye boom ba zee on five Code name beez the Soopa Man cock my Luger Blast on state trooper I'm on the run G I've got these hoes spreaded from Japanese to diabetics Toes stay painted because of my foot fetish You damn right, they had to ban me from eatin pussy all night W-W-F and then just slammin in the rope like Sean Mike I can't be touched bitch, I disco in kryptonite Shit I'm broke as hell I had to buy all my girls fifty-fo'-eleven Reeboks at wholesale Almost got caught boostin out of Bodell's Bitches on my coattails like they coat rails Can't even go in a jam without a bitch grabbin my hand and squeezin my ass sayin "Youse the man!" That's who the fuck I be I got a, college degree, on bomb-zee and wreckin MC's Makin shit happen like Lil' Cease I come from a land of fontum leaf, bark from trees that stick in your hand, and lakes rollin sea-weed Criminals be up to no good So I tuck a heater Bulletproof suit still in the fuckin cleaners, but anyways I bumped into my neighbor Johnny Blaze Told me there's a bitch up the block who got more cock than AK's The bitch just moved in, in building 210 Right next door to the Fantastic Four, and the Penguin Good lookin Johnny, five-oh's right behind me Let me act like I know and get ghost Tuck in my Nina-Ross, get my cape and shades Now I'm off with the Soopaman Three antidote ("While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse") Cause I am so cool ("When I raise my trigger finger all y'all niggaz hit the deck") Cause I am so cool ("Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore") Cause I am so cool ("Raw to the floor, raw like Resevoir Dogs") Cause I am so cool... Aiyyo word up *cough cough cough hack* *sniff* to make a long story short *cough cough cough* and shit, I went to the bitch house, and this what the fuck happened Verse Two: Aiyyo, knock knock, "Who is it?" "It's the Soopa, here to pay that ass a visit Heard you wasn't givin up your pussy So I got the right dick to get with Where yo' man at bitch?" "He's out of town flippin biscuits" "Well open up the do' den, before I start unloadin on your pussy from here and leave it swollen" "Aiyyo how I know it's you?" "Aiyyo check my credentials" "I eat yo' gun lead and shit out number two pencils I ate a ton of dog shit ain't never got sick Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip I'm low down and dirty, but not insane I know all these pussy ass cops by their first name Smoked a pound of Purple Rain and kept control Bitch I was the third nigga on the grassy knoll And you askin me, how you know it's the Soopa Open the door, I just blast on state trooper" She opened up the door, and I walked in She grabbed the hammer, and nailed it till I'm locked in I said, "Yo whassup bitch? You must be trippin You must wanna see how this thirty-eight be spittin" "Nah nah boo, it's my ex-boyfriend, he be buggin He can't take it no more than I don't wanna fuck him I was gonna get this nigga Faride to snuff him" "Well if he come back through, I'm not talkin I'm bustin Zip my zipper down bitch and start suckin Get your anus wet for long dick fuckin" "Oooh, I like the way you talk, just Put It In My Mouth" "Yeah, and I'ma keep that shit in when I'm comin" Fucked for thirty-six minutes and twelve seconds "Hit it from the back yo" oh yeah bitch no question Turn that ass around, she had tattoos of names on her back She said, "I keep track" I started readin her back I couldn't believe I read one name it said EPMD I turned her ass around I said no it couldn't be It was the J-to-tha-A-to-tha-N-to-tha-E Her pussy walls grabbed my dick so I'm stuck So I burnt that ass from that blunt hash that I lit up "Owwwww!!" She jumped up, puffed up, started yellin I smacked her, cracked her, put her in a full nelson "Okay, okay, okay, okay, I give up Besides Soopaman Luva, I think I hear my nigga" Aiyyo car pulls up, he steps up *skreech* and stick his keys in The door opened, I snatched him up for no reason Gave him a two piece with a biscuit, laid him out Oh shit, it was that nigga Parrish Smith |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
Nineteen ninety mother fuckin six That's that shit though Get the motherfuckin Squad packed We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is bond Test the crew with the guns and let's get this shit on Why, must I be like that? Why, must I pack the gat? On my left, niggaz be rollin with the ruckus Ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz Heard PPP and LOD is a bunch of crazy motherfuckers Journey to the land is on The winner of the spittin bomb marathon The fuck you up lyrathon, whatever you choose prepare to lose that title Turnin vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my Uncles who started smokin weed outta bibles Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle Men-estration cycles, I give bitches Bring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitches Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow Bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoe I keep it rollin... Ask yourself man How ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC? Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da schools of the wack From the Land of the Lost, you get tossed Listen to my veloc(ity), my crew's comin off Yeah, more sneaky than casino switches Diggin ditches for all Moskino bitches Clockin decimal figures, I'm gettin out diggers Now my choice of truck is a Land cause a Landcruise much bigger It pack two to three more niggaz Damn I hate a golddigger Yeah, gimme that microphone I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home I keep the jacked cellular phone blown in three zones Love seafood and keep my nine millimis chrome So it can shine up your dome When I proceed to give you what you need and clear spots like Sea Breeze Wreckin your |
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from Redman - Muddy Waters (1999)
Aiyyo everybody in this motherfucker will get touched Fuck such and such I roll tight like handcuffs Rock that ass to sleep with discrete techniques I beez that freak of the week like I made Knee Deep Hold up! Rotate around the solar badder than Cobra Composure never sleeps, my stream pumps Folgers I'm sauteein MC's with fried rice up in the wok without the MSG and chopped celery See, I made it, my flavor situated from the nickel plated mic that's hot, to leave your brain inflated Plus, I'm thick like Quakers on papers Bodacious MC's get turned to lower cases lettering, and the medicine, that I'm swallowin Get you hollerin, like Marvin Gaye when his father shot him in the chest, I roll with two stacks of Tecs And mad niggaz and sess that I roll up in your rest UHH! Mister Fantastic's crafted, with no 52nd ass kick When I'm blasted, my Method magics get drastic That you can't see with bifocals Watchin MC's go up and down like stock brokers I leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills that's milk That's rougher than jeans that Gloria Vander-bilt I'm poppin mad shit, plus I can back it Your man'll be like "Yo, get that dust off yo' jacket" [Keith Murray] It ain't a test or quiz that my Squad can't win Those who know the biz, know we wreck kids get biz Y'all digest, multiple stab wounds to the chest And I copycat kill the rest, with no Method to my madness Plus the apparatus with the baddest Determined to be the last man, standin on the planet Y'all get attached, like a blood-suckin leech When you fall into my rhythm of speech Your hands get embraced with a touch of the bass Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace Rough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who? Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew My directive, through where I live, is kinda primitive See I get to the bottom of the problem, and make shit give Step in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the master cast to the masses grabs the mic Ten dollar rappers, is what L.O.D. goes after To my Squad, there's no matches, we bashes Do photo flashes on all flavor S-classes Bomb attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your back Tie you up, throw you in the act A public figure, who walks around with a gin of jigger Cause I gives a fuck about another nigga, word up [Jamal] Muddy Waters, yo this is the way that my intro should go Drunk slow funk flow for Reggie Noble Fuck with me doe, Mally G doe it's not logic Playin that big shit get broke down microscopic Freak it back keep the track ringin, with the bassline It's major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mine Face the nine I lace your spine with short fat pace Around and round, avoidin the time to put it down Now's the time here yeah [Erick Sermon] Clown where, pick a spot Neutral grounds or not, we give a fuck, lick a shot [Jamal] Gangsta, so called killin, cap peelin Playalistic, I mean is all that shit realistic Play your cards God, black keep your hand held tight Night fall might call your life, shit is trife on these evil streets after dark Niggaz gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk New day, this whole shit's twisted (is it man) It's me bombin on these niggaz shitlist and Mally G open your eyes to see, recognize who be a G Hopin to ride in the, industry with E The villain's had it cause ahead (word up yeah) Killin my psychosomatic pattern mad (yeah) [Erick Sermon] Y'all know, uhh, yeah, Muddy Waters We out for nine-seven, word up, peace |
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from Dj Clue? - The Professional 2 (2000)
(feat. Redman)
[Redman] I said y'all niggaz can't come in here tonight P,P,P Get out of here I'm the bouncer here tonight [Verse 1] Your boys are out numbered so plan tomorrow While I do the wild thing like I'm Sam Labardo My crew is grimy enough to ride in cargo Cause brick city beef with more people than y'all bro (A yo dogg what up) Yo the cold is coming So I be up all night like my toilet runnin' As a little boy was know for spoiling somethin' Now it's like fuck you It will be brawl or nothing (Hit the streets 4 in the morning) To run you over The beef we love the steam and cooked in okra Bitchs in the bricks slit the throats of both ya' Walk on T.V live hooking off on Opera I aint buff but got nough' muscle to fight I aint a dog but got enough hustle tonight Here's the facts to you punks And the message is When you buy guns invest in extra clips Ahhhhhhh! [Verse 2] When he went inside the club I flattened his wheels DUI drug addict and I'm back at the wheel You happened to feel This amphibian rappish and back at the gills From back at the hill (chill, chill, chill) It's me on the nine to nine Crashed it Now my sores on the eye-a-dine Po po found the dro but no firearm Cause I look shady like sun visor blind Dangerous I leave a smell That's why the sign read "Don't feed the whale" Doc like +Adabisi+, "I need the bail" Cause I keep my weed locked in the +OZ+ as well Yo what I look like a kid to you? I'm like +Bishop+ gunnin' down my friends in +Juice+ Brick dogg and I'm out to defend my food So fuck the media with the middle tooth (tooth, tooth, tooth) [Verse 3] Now just through your hands up in the motherfuckin' sky Da dirt always bubble pour peroxide You see? Thought I lied Nah dogg the truth I set marine out like my car waterproof You niggaz break day and still y'all broke You minus well get a job use the time to vote I rode crocked like my benz with alignment broke So it's like surprise! With that five behind my coat (So what the fuck you want!?!) Yo I see the problem twin The 38 special need revolvin' Invasion like moving BET to Harlem What are your fly whips and no keys to start em' Yo I open the doa' *door* (Open the doa' yo) I'm smokin' the dro' (smokin' the dro' yo) Bitch get out of line (get out of line) Smackin the hoe (smackin' the hoe) Ahhhhh! |
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from Redman - Malpractice (2001)
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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from Redman - Malpractice (2001)
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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from Redman - Malpractice (2001)
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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from Redman - Malpractice (2001)
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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from Redman - Malpractice (2001)
<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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from Redman - Malpractice (2001)
[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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