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"We Don't No How 2 Act"

"We Don't No How 2 Act"


[Redman]
Bricks.. yo, yo
A la de da de da (A la de da de da)
A la de da de (A la de da de)
A la de da de da (A la de da de da)
A la de da de (A la de da de)
A la de da de da (A la de da de da)
A la de da de (A la de da de)
A la de da de da (A la de da de da, da, da)

Yo, Doc and Killer Bees Swarm
Grabbin' my groin
Walk in the bar, people scream like I'm Norm (Wassssup!)
Walkin my dogs, that shit on your lawn
I'll fertlize a whole farm when it thunderstorms
I carry weight, 38's in the waist
Battling me is like thirty 8's in Kuwait
We need that heavy ammo for the mammal
On your channels
Running with broke shackles ‘round their ankles
You're four but.. I'll fist fight a slut
That'll leave her mouth red like pistachio nuts
You lift the band-aid, you see RED in the cut
Any bitch in my whip, she came here to FUCK
Dog, it's no love when I enter the club
It's like, blade, blood out you're sprinklers
I broke loose, full battery pack, Absolute
So action can't be closed-captioned
HERE WE GO AGAIN!

[Chorus]
We in the club
We don't know how to act, and uh
We in the hood
We don't know how to act, and uh
We all whites
We don't know how to act, and uh
We on the mic nigga!
We don't know how to act, and uh

Brick City! Brick City! Brick City! Brick City!
Brick, Brick City! Brick City! Brick City! Brick City!
Brick, Brick City!

It ain't where you from, it's about where you at
Put you're shit away, you could get stomped for that

Yo, you want that hardcore?
Then ask for DOC
Only class I passed
Was blunts and acid watch
Call me the powder inside the plastic box
C-4, the for-eign until I deport
It's war, two guns or call it quits
All my gun talk, will start with an argument
Here's a FUCK YOU to my BITCH nosey friends
Shootin' guards, same position Kobie in
My mascot broke out the padlocks just in order
To clothes hang bicycle men and skateboarders
Cause you don't give a fuck, we just like ya
My middle fingers up, like thumbs on hitch hikers
When the bricks holla, if you want it?
COME GET IT!
Don't want your fam dead and tied?
DON'T SWEAT IT!
It's RED, I'm throwin lead off a moped
At high-noon, cowboy style
Walkin' with bow legs
I'll be throwing eggs mystery night
Before it is, I'll blow four in them
HERE WE GO AGAIN!

[Chorus]
We in the club
We don't know how to act, nigga (and uh)
We in the hood
We don't know how to act, nigga (and uh)
We in the whip
And we don't know how to act, and uh
Ya'll startin' shit
Cause we don't know how to act, and uh

Brick City! Brick City!(Come On) Brick City!
Brick City! (Come On) Brick, Brick City! Brick City! (Come On)
Brick City! Brick, Brick City!

It ain't where you from, it's about where you at
Put you're shit away, you could get stomped for that

Come On
Come Oooooooonnnnnnnnn.. on.. on
 
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"We Run N.Y."
(feat. Hurricane G)

"We Run N.Y."
(feat. Hurricane G)



[Intro: Dr. Trevis, Hurricane G, Redman]

Hahahahahahaaaaa
[KRS] Watch out!
Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside
[KRS] Watch out!
from Hell and beyond, the knotty-headed nigga era has triumphed
[KRS] Watch out!
a new ever! If you don't know, your bitch ass better
[KRS] Watch out!
axe somebody! Shoot em up!

[Glo] The Hurricane G is live and in color
[KRS] Watch out!
[Glo] We run you motherfuckers!
[Red] The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color
[KRS] Watch out!
[Red] We run you motherfuckers!
[R+G] Puffin mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch
and a nigga, cause niggaz, and bitches ain't shit!
Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis
[KRS] Watch out!
is in the motherfuckin house
With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass
[KRS] Watch out!
Yeahhh!

[Verse One: Hurricane G, Redman]

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: x4]

[KRS] Watch out! We run New York
Yeah

[Verse Two: Hurricane G]

(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, BITTTTTCH nigga!
I got your wicked witch with a switch
Motherfucker, fuck you and your crew!
So what nigga, is it you wanna 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)

[Verse Three: Redman]

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!!

[Outro: Dr. Trevis]

[KRS] Watch out!
Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside
Come travel
[KRS] Watch out!
on our metaphoric futuristic type shit
As we blow your brains like spliffs
[KRS] Watch out!
Dr. Trevis is outta here
For the nine-fo' you stank... bitch
[KRS] Watch out!
Yeahh
[KRS] Watch out!
 
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"Welcome (Interlude)"

"Welcome (Interlude)"


(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

Yo this PaceWon from the Outsidaz, 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 traum', funkier than Haitian underarms
Represent Jersey, the land of firearms
Hotwired cars, emptying cigars
Afros, mofo's, Omni's 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
I'm, 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 Griffin, 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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"Well All Rite Cha"
(feat. Method Man)

"Well All Rite Cha"
(feat. Method Man)



[Method Man]
Hydro... indo... (buddha!)
Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo!
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (jenny)
I need some cut (lady, lady)

Now these doors don't open, til after dark
And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts
(Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo, one bitten, jabberjaws, tryin to taste the
paper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz
find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
that can give a dick a bad sickness [coughing]

[Redman]
Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me?
(Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two
The ill MC step in (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high..
(So high..) so high.. so high..

[Method Man]
Air it out
Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut
slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck
like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola
Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather

[Redman]
Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn
Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling
Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin
Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!

[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[R] Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Hot Nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)
[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)

[Redman]
Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn'
for the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on

Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on

[Method Man]
Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen
Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin
So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt
MC, with a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? (The field nigga!)
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA.. Sharp, and hazardous
Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these
black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
they come with batteries included, in wicked ways

[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[R] Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)
[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)

cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...
[fades in and out before end]
 
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"What U Lookin' 4"

"What U Lookin' 4"


[Redman]
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

[Chorus]
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?

[Redman]
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

[Chorus]

[Redman]
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!

[Chorus]

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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"Whateva Man"
(feat. Erick Sermon)

"Whateva Man"
(feat. Erick Sermon)



[woman moans]
[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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"When The Lites Go Off"
(feat. Pooh Bear)

"When The Lites Go Off"
(feat. Pooh Bear)



[Intro: Redman]
Uhh
I'm ready, I'm ready.. (yeah!)
I'm ready (what's up?)
I'm ready (what's good?)
I'm ready (you know I'm feelin real high)
I'm ready..
I'm ready (I'm ready)
I'm ready (I'm good)
I'm ready (let's go!)

[Poo Bear]
When the lights (lights) go off (go off)
You're feenin once you had a chance
That's why I (I) just (just) can't (can't) leave it alone
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

[Redman]
Gilla House niggaz! Yo
Hip-Hop has been my callin, ever since that I was crawlin
E. Sermon start recordin, 9-2 started ballin
Yeah, whoever woulda knew, a hot man like me survivin
Recession may have you down, a boy like me keep on ridin
I, I keep on ridin, New Jersey hold me down
No sense to blame Bin Laden, when the bomb right here in town
Y'all just didn't recognize, but I'm hopin now you know
Everybody tellin lies but y'all gonna feel

[Chorus: Poo Bear (Redman)]
When the lights, go off
You're feenin once you had a chance
That's why I (yeah) just (yeah) can't, leave it alone
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

[Redman]
Let's get it! Hey, yo
Some rappers say they had it, I feel I'm gettin started
Got a little bit of change in my hand, Obama's now in office
So "no" is not an option, my heart is pumpin hunger
Your money's dial tone, got it? Wrong number!
I, I need my paper, gotta keep my lights on
I'm buildin somethin major, so I can count my acres (yes!)
Better recognize, hip-hop I love it mayne
For the music I will die and y'all gonna feel

[Chorus]

[Redman]
Ha ha, yo
My boys said I done it, I told 'em I ain't finished
My skill's Bout It Bout It, but the money, (No Limit)
Gotta keep my nose in it, cause I plan to make a killin
Instead of sittin 'round, tryin to whip, makin millions
I, I love my job, I, I love my life
If, if God my witness, I feel I did it twice (yes!)
Better recognize, Reggie is goin forward
Baby when I'm lock and loaded, y'all gonna feel

[Chorus - 2X]

[Redman]
Ay, ay, ay, I'm, I'm ready
I'm, I'm ready
I'm, I'm ready (I'm ready)
I'm, I'm ready
I'm, I'm ready, can put the whole world in my hands
Yes sir, let me at you
When the lights go out, and we got a plan
I got one ready, can put the whole world in my hands
If that plan fails, I take another route
I'm always ready, when the lights go out, out, out, out
Believe me I'm always ready
When the lights go ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-out, out, out
Believe me I'm always ready, when the lights go out, out

[Chorus]

[Outro: Redman]
Watch me, watch me, watch me (yes sir!)
Reggie Noble in the buildin
(I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready)
Poo Bear on the vocal chords, what's GOOD?
King David on the track, what's happenin my dude?
(I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready)
Yeah, yeah, signin off 2025
(I'm ready, I'm ready)
We love you, we love you
(I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready)
(I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready)
 
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"Where Am I?"

"Where Am I?"


[Redman:]
Watch out, we run New Jerz
That's my word, this type of shit will leave your vision blurred
The super-cala-fragist, especially I'm the dopest
Give a grand to any nigga who get closest
I re-pre-sent extra swift, gotcha
Taking pictures like Anita in the Rapture
Feel my fatlity my reality is real
Let me cleanse you like Golden Seal, with my ghetto premiere
Known for blowing focus, hocus pocus you're open
Give me a Sattelite I'll have niggaz loc'in in Oakland
Fuck HBO my flows like H2O
I rip MC's by decimal ratios
Non believers, turn your ears to wide recievers
Then you will agree that I'm the best thing since beepers
My ETA is to blow the spot in two seconds
Have y'all niggaz ducking in your section without weapons

[Chorus:]
Huh, motherfuckers grab ya glocks (Just do it, ha ha, eh eh) [x4]

[Redman:]
I shut off more lights then Teddy Pender-grass
I'm in the, my funk agenda, make mcs surrender
Feel the friction, when I have your block lit
Grab your shit, when you enter this station at the bricks
Look far beyond the clouds and the skies
I'm the reason why God has a thousand eyes
Spies be peepin, I know the West Coast be checkin
East coast, mid west, I be busting in all directions
Code red, this is funk's uncut, fuck the Feds
I quote Rahim the dread, life about just making bread
So I remain Kool like G. Rap, fuck where you be at
Make moves where you sleep at, the realness what MC's lack
So I kick subliminals for all hardcore criminals
Giving you, something funky to listen to
Dramatic, wiping your crew off with automatics
Ghetto tactics, backwards, I can knock the world off it's axis
And the buddah keeps my luger hot as Freddie Kruger
Who's the, next loser, to show their true colors
Brothers and sisters, I'm like Motion Pictures
Redman's the name, occupation? Smoking niggaz
I does it, I do it
I represent Newark to the fullest I could prove it

[Chorus]

[Redman:]
You know my style, steelo
Throw more bombs then Dan Marino
I jams like Groover Washington live at the BeJu
Flatline people I'm live, lyrics are evil
I got connections up on Pluto schhh I read you
The cock thriller, vagina killer
My nine miller, and my niggaz
Control dirty raps like Willer
Recognize, Dee pack two clips
Lex got two tecs in the Lex, here comes Jim Flicks
So who's the next contestant to flex
I translate like Fugees, whether live or Memorex
Def Squad crew always got some fly shit on deck
Cause it ain't where you from, it's about where you at

[Chorus]
 
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Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Whut I'ma Do Now"

"Whut I'ma Do Now"


(We be kickin yo' fat funky ass, on WKYA)

What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now..

[Verse One]
Yo.. excuse me muh'fucka, I'm tryin to get through
When Doc loaded, I'm like a STUD missile
A STUD six-two, I'm huntin down hoes with
no drawers on and, buttoned down clothes
Don't brownnose just join it
Ecstasy pills, with Buddha Man signs stamped on it
Jam on it, the (Blair Witch) wouldn't camp on it
I block and shine like suntan ointment
You do a dance when the lead is clipped in
Only dude with a bike with air conditionin
Fuck the Feds your door, Red'll kicked in
So prepare to wear SCUBA gear equipment
I wet it, my tape underground leakage
It hit the air and you'll swear you found Jesus
The man who turned out the Summer Jam
Not with a mic, I brrrrrrrrrrrr, tuck it in
The noise keep the helicopter hoverin
Your boys is dead weight when I muscle in
I need a (Hot Girl), a (Ryde or Die) chick
Mainly a hot chick ridin Funk Doc dick
Smell it, when the odor airs in
The gorilla shit, hoes in polar bear skin
The chronic stink up the overhead bin
When I.. yo, Redman struck again!

[Chorus]
What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now..
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> [Puffy])
What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now..
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> [Puffy])

[Verse Two]
Nigga, we go - oops, upside your head
(Simon Says) leave you hogtied instead
On the floor with ya shirt like I dyed it red
Wild wild Bricks, eighty foot spider legs
Doc in, double-oh, learned to drive it
I'm, on the roof, guns under the armpit
Yellin out, "Yo sawed off, hand on the pump
and I'll pump a cannon first man that jump" (clik-clik, BLAM!)
I got a punch that'll cut your beard up
Doc is like warm when you touch my earmuffs
I wild out, throw blows
(Somethin about Mary) rode me in a Ford Explorer
The pressure at time five remind me
that y'all can't eat like it's Ramadan week
My mascot was built for kamikaze
If it fails, L.O.D. right behind me

[Chorus - 2X]

("Can y'all hear me out there? Huh?" -> [Puffy])
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> [Puffy])
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> [Puffy])
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> [Puffy])

I need some weed muh'fucka..
We need to smoke muh'fucka..
We need weed muh'fucka..
We need to smoke muh'fucka..
Light it, roll it, light it up
Say light it, roll it, light it up
Say roll it, light it, light it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
Say roll that, light it, smoke it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
SAY ROLL IT, LIGHT IT, SMOKE IT UP
[farting noise] .. [track fades]
 
MODERATOR
Učlanjen(a)
06.07.2010
Poruka
30.266
"Winicumuhround"

"Winicumuhround"


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, cuz 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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