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"WKYA (Drop)"

"WKYA (Drop)"


[radio announcer]
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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"Won't Be Fiendin' (The Dez Remix)"

"Won't Be Fiendin' (The Dez Remix)"


This is WKYA
Funky [?] is on the mike right now
We taking all callers that been to the West coast
That smoked that West coast bomb out there
Call us up: 1-800-MONEY11 that’s 1-800-MONEY11
We are WKYA

When you need that bomb, holla, bud lava
Shit to lift you up, Impala, roll that Obama
Redman stick like commas
Did I smoke the club out?
Yeah, your honor
Three strikes, my lawyer won’t budge
Me doing time? I’m a cannabis judge
What up quick? When we flash the cannon
I clear static like rapping near antennas
Bananas, ape shit, bomb
Triggered the White House alarm
From inside the bracelet
Wordplay, it’s like Thursday
‘Cause Friday you get paid and your pockets thirsty
Chicks barefooted, they love to do
They know I can’t wait on them for new shoes
Unless they in two, erotic nuns
Brainiacs raising they college funds

[Hook:]
And the highs may come and go
But the weed gon’ stay around
As long as I keep a blunt (long as I keep a blunt)
Won’t be fiendin’ (be fiendin’)
WKAY nigga
And the bitches may come and go
But the weed gon’ stay around
As long as smoke that bomb (ay call us up!)
Won’t be fiendin’ (be fiendin’)

Yo, I’m Muhammad Ali with the mike
With a little Ike, Turner
Roll with Tina, my burner
International earner
Plug in anywhere I’m a
Worldwide converter
Massive to the masses
Take a class on longevity
I’ll play you the track list
Each song like a seminar
So you get your snap back
Like epsom vinegar
Trunk shit, to break your neck to
Redman to the rescue
My attitude, soul food, a little bipolar
Boy, I’m a test tube of Dr. Jekyll
That’s why niggas me’ll last
Strut through the hood
Where you need a pass
I’m doing 140 on the needle dash
And my car, hub, like the Martin cast, nigga

(And as long as I keep a blunt, won’t be fiendin’)
We taking all callers that been to the west coast
That smoked that West coast bomb
(And as long as I keep a blunt, won’t be fiendin’)
Yeah, call us up
WKYA

[Hook:]
And the bitches may come and go
But the weed gon’ stay around
As long as smoke that bomb (ay call us up!)
Won’t be fiendin’ (be fiendin’)
And the bitches may come and go
But the weed gon’ stay around
As long as smoke that bomb (ay call us up!)
Won’t be fiendin’ (be fiendin’)

It’s about 95 degrees right now on the West Coast, Pacific Time, you know how we do on that bomb. Shouts out to Compton, LA. Shouts out to all them niggas out there in Riverside, you know how we do. We going on that phone right now. If you’re riding with us on the Monday mornings too, then you tuned in to the right place nigga, yeah. Right now we smoking on that sour diesel, that OG. Got a little bit of that blue dream mixed up in there ‘cause I like a variety. Shouts out to the Bay Area, yes sir. I see you out there Oakland, San Fran, Paleo. Yeah, y’all motherfuckers smoking out there right now nigga. Denver, Colorado, y’all niggas is turned up! This is WKYA!
 
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"Wrong 4 Dat"
(feat. Keith Murray)

"Wrong 4 Dat"
(feat. Keith Murray)



[Redman]
This is WKYA, We Kickin Yo' Ass radio
All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound
put your motherfuckin pounds up, and start bustin the motherfuckers
Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit
Yeah yeah yeah

Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills
Stated own real, haters gon' feel
Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue
You bounty hunters be on the chase for Joe Young
I won't slip, keep pink slips to my car
I'm raw like sushi bars on bougie broads
I retrieve the money, dawg labrador
Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw
You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin
Don't be the next vinyl cut to (Urban Legend)
I can feel where you at, when I pound you up
You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up
My crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche
If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce
I'ma do what I want, cause my time is now
Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down

If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back
Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track
Am I wrong for dat? (If that's what you like)
Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I guess not)
Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub
Beatin down security cause I don't give a fuck
Am I wrong for dat? (Mmm mmm)
Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)

Yo Keith, yo yo Keith
[sound of jail door opening]

[Keith Murray]
I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald
Hollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came free
And you ain't gotta believe me, fuck bein nervous
Far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service
What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear
Have his whole body shakin in fear
Stormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flames
A few ashes, when they analyze your remains
I live in the streets, reside with the toolie
I kill you like it's part of my religious duty
Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug
Even females who think they thugs
Trigger the release of adrenaline
When I'm gangsta-trippin like the Bloods'n'Crips'n'them
Unleash the matter of energy, killin 'em
Why'd you do it? Because I wasn't feelin them!

[Redman]
If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh)
with a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days
Am I wrong for dat? (I don't think so)
C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)
Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh)
When they playin my song ass spill out the thong
Am I wrong for dat? (Got that big ass)
Am I wrong for dat? (Tchk, nooo)

I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy
to that bang to the pussy the beat, beat
And if yo', bitch ain't sippin that Cristal shit
Then she might be leavin with D, D
I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers
That bitch that "Stan" drowned, I fucked around with her
Act like a man, stand on your own two
Doc takin it all, fuck who it belong to
 
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"Wuditlooklike"

"Wuditlooklike"


[Intro:]

Eeeyeahh
Wuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches
and you punk ass niggaz out there
I'm talkin to you live from WFDS
We're From the DarkSide radio
It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker
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
When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes
Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed
Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!!
I'm saggin my.... Karl Kani...
and Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I.
Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf
Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E.
But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class
Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class
PPP, got the glocks and techs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

[Chorus: x4]

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
Verbal communications blow to the next ep
I'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical
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 cuz
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
that leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed
The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous
Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through
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
And that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks
I bust off the glock for the hood and the block

[Chorus]
 
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"Wus Really Hood"

"Wus Really Hood"


Redman in the building, everything smokey
Shades on, got the Ray Bans and the Oakleys
Hit the strip club and nobody knows me
I start throwing cake around like Steve Aoki
Now they approach me, saying I'm vicious
But I'm like Shaft coat, I been in the trenches
When I do a show, when it's over, bitches
And when you do a show, when it's over, crickets
Get a quick drill then I'm back on the oven
Cooking food for thought, metaphor McNuggets
SuperBad bad and y'all McLovin
I don't wrestle but even hacksaw Jim Duggets
It's flow after flow I keep punchlines
Blow after blow, I rock socks with the gold at the toe
I don't like to brag but my horsepower
What makes Samuel say "Who dat nigga on that nag"
Never sell out, remain true to my era
Masta Ace letter to the better
[?] jumped out the Jetta
With Eazy-E hung with Jerry Eller
Before OJ said "I'm a killer"
I was murderin' cats and they ain't have a clue
Even now I turn cats to Chinese food
Redman on blast, my piss excellence
The bud I got greener than the Grinch
Let's get it

Roll your blunts and light the bud
And keep your gun on you just because
Because everybody wanna be rich as fuck
But when it's your time, you ain't sayin' much

Quiet on the set, what's really hood nigga
You ain't riding with a tech, what's really hood nigga
Nigga I'm brick city, either die or fuck with me
Sign me a check what's really hood
 
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"Wutchoogonnado"
(feat. Melanie Rutherford)

"Wutchoogonnado"
(feat. Melanie Rutherford)



[Redman]
Yeah... Brick City [echoes]
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, shit 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 {?}, 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' ass nigga
It ain't hard, it's an EZ Pass nigga
For the paper, I'm offendin neighbors
Runnin my label out an old Winnebago nigga!

[Chorus: Melanie Rutherford]
Ooooooh, shoulda knewwwww
That we gon' briiiiing, that funk to youuuuu
Gilla Houuuuse, is comin throuuuuugh
And what you gonna doooooooooooooo-oooooooh, ahhh

[Redman - over Chorus]
Yeah.. the Brick City dawgs [barking]
Yeah! Holla at your frogs
Yeah, Uptown, Jersey, Brooklyn!

[Redman]
Shhhhhh, Gilla (Gilla) Gilla (Gilla)

Yo, uh-oh, Redman back in your town
You'll get drug nigga 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
B-More, are ya ready? (ready ready)
Colorado, are ya ready? (ready ready)
I'm at your neck like a Doberman mouth
with like 40 muh'fuckers 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 dalmations
(Yeah, where them Gilla niggaz out at night, 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)

[Chorus]

[Redman - over Chorus]
Yeah..
Yeah! Yo E-Dub, this is hot nigga
Yeah.. Brick City, Milwaukee, California
Where ya at?

[Interlude]
Okay now, take off your shirt, and relax
Let all your tensions out, just relax (Gilla)
Just relax (Gilla, Gilla, Gilla)
Just relax (Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla!)

[Redman]
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 chaperones
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 niggaz get your shit together
Cause Gilla House niggaz, prepare for whatever

[Chorus: Melanie Rutherford (Redman)]
Youuuuu, you shoulda knewwwww (yeah)
That we gon' bring, got to that funk to you, to you
Gilla Houuuuse, is comin through
And what you bitch ass niggaz gonna do-do-do-do-do, ohh ohh (yeah)
You and you and you, you shoulda knewwwww (Gilla House nigga!)
That we got to bring, that funk, to you you you
Gilla Houuuuse (yeah) is comin through
Annnnnnd what your crew gonna do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do

[Redman] Gilla House
 
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"Yesh Yesh Ya'll"

"Yesh Yesh Ya'll"


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
[Snoop]
("Redman is on the mic and I'ma..."
"Dope motherfucker, yeah, you best ax somebody")

[Sermon x8] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)

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

[Sermon x4] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)

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

[Erick Sermon x12 then fades:] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)

We'll be right back with some more funk shit
for all you stankin asses after we pay these bills
 
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