Redman

[fox69]

"Can't Wait"

"Can't Wait"


[radio crackles as it's tuned]
".. possibly a lot of rain this afternoon, with thunderstorms.
Highs in the mid 80's, and lows about 75 degrees.
It's 11:30 A.M. on WFDS, "We're From the DarkSide" radio.
This is Dave Rock'n'Reel, as we take a caller.
Caller, you're on the air."

[Roz]
Yeah yeah yeah! This is Roz from Newark.
And I wanna hear that song by Redman, "Can't Wait."
That song the BOMB yo!

"You got it. Comin from the DarkSide radio, this is Can't Wait."

[Redman]
Whooooooo! Yo yo yo, comin to you live
smokin mad Phillies with my niggaz from the Hooterville section
And all my niggaz from the [?] section, word is bond
Somebody said Jamaica Queens in this motherfucker
I don't give a fuck! We gon' set it off like this
Jersey in the fuckin hid-ouse, [?]

[Verse One]
I'm like RRRAHHH RRRAHHHH, like I had cerebral palsy
My flows be's wet like all you girls drawers be
Crack the Phils, spread the buddha then the hidash
Roll it up and then ask, who chipped in for the ten bag?
Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures
Pick up fifty bags and then I smoke all the extras
It's the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof
Don't drop your drawers, I'll fuck through your daisy dukes (true!)
Put your fingers up in the air if you're high (hiiigh)
I walk by (byyyy) so eff a drive (byyyy)
I swing a [?] batting average as half as
good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards
Enough; chumps be on some Bogart shit like Humphrey
You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street
Or 90210, fuck it yo
In the movies I'm the nigga puffin buddha in the back row

[Chorus: x8]
I can't wait to get it on

[Verse Two]
I'm just a smokey boy, I'm from the Land of the Lost
You can't see me - like Charlie Angels' boss; I'm often
coolin 'round the blid-docks, I rock round the clid-dock
My glid-dock cocked, from here to 16th and Len-nox
Ask Roger Thomas if I'm gettin scopic
I was milk like two tits, now I'm butter like Blue Bonnet
Now who got the funk? (We got the funk!)
Ay ay aiyyo well I got the weed! (We got the blunts!)
I never sniffed; I used to puff woolies in a jam
Back in eighty-eight, when it was twenties to the gram
Bizzail, you couldn't feel me in braille, hell
I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin L
the fly guy with the Force like Luke Sky'
Down for a [?] bitch if you're fly
The Funkadelic, been rockin mics since the fourth grade
I Terminate like X and I Terminate like Schwarzeneg'
Dum-de-dum, rock like Buju Banton
Soup like won ton, funk by the tons, to rumps
PLEASE! My whole crew is makin cheese
Tonight's the night baby, so suck up on these - and it's on

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I said I, catch the A-train, to the left
Smoke the choc', I set shit off like Boba Fett
Big up to all my niggaz in the housin projects
I'm runnin up in ya continue to split your guts
GRAB THE RAIL, if you get scared of my lines when I rock well
Got Whit's like Pernell, shit's the bomb like Ak'nel
Rickety rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness
Waste niggaz 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 act stupid I'll pop the trunk
Ka-KLUNK, now give me a ba-bump, BA-BUMP
Oooh cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes
Y'all faggots slept on my Hoffman [?] and Kools
Word to Dan Tan Pillow and Cool B
Switchin speeds like Bruce Lee ridin up Fuji in a movie
I drop it on the one, fuck the two-three
Funky like a box of coochies on loose leaf

Yo yo, I said..
Switchin up speeds, like Bruce Lee, ridin up Fuji, in a movie
Heh, I be sayin some shit!
Now.. if you didn't get it..
Laugh now.. and then figure the shit out when you get home!

 

[fox69]

"Can't Wait (Clean)"

"Can't Wait (Clean)"


Woo (ahh, ahh) Yo, Yo, Yo. This goes out to all my peoples
down in the Weak Way section and all my peoples in the
Hootieville Section. Word is bond. Jamaica Queens in the hidda
house. Word is bond as we set it off like this.

I'm like RR like I had my flows beez like all girls draws be
crack da phills spread da reals in the hidash
roll it up then ask who chipped in 4 da exedera
funk extraterrestrial sniping 57 passengers like wesley do
it's da truth like vodk 180 proof don't drop ya draws
I hump through ya daisy dukes (true)
put ya fingers in the da air if you're high (high)
I walk by so F a drive (by)
I swing up in it battin average is half as good as Reggie Jack
Is dats why U talk backwards and and uh chumps be on some
bogard stuff like Humphrey
You couldn't beat me if you ran with 2 Jump Street or in 90210
F it Yo in da movies I'm tha brother puffing ahh in da back row.

[Chorus]
I can't wait to get it on [x8]

I'm just a smokey boy from the land of the lost
You can't see me like Charlie's Angels boss
I'm often coolin round da blidock I rocks around the clidock
My sha sha clock from here 16th and Lenox ask
Rodger Thomas if I'm getting scamad
I wa milk last year now I'm butta like Blue Bonnett
Now who got da funk? (We got the funk)
A yo well I got da rah we got the ahh I never sniff
I'm just swiff with da gift
We get our crew to disappear in da mist - Reezeal
You couldn't feel me on braille - Well
I write my names on walls in spots when I'm buyin ale
Da fly guy wit da force like Luke Sky down 4 a mozitwa hon
If ya fly - Da Funkadelic been rocking mics since da 4th grade
I terminate like X and terminate like swartzenegge dum dee dum
rock like Bijou Bonton sooped like Wonton
Funk by da tons drums
Please my whole crews making gees tonights da night
Baby so blow up off these and it's on.

[Chorus]

I said I catch that A Train to da left da chalk
I set it off like Bobofet - Big up 2 all my brothas in da housing projects
I runnin up in ya continue 2 split ya guts
Grab da rail you need to hold when I rock well got wits like
Pernell its da bomb like aknel - rickety rocking mind deep as the
lockness - waste brothas like Toxic - wet like Goloshes
Can I handle my biz? Yes U can
cause I cause chaos I bring a lot of Def 2 Jams
yes I can now act stoopid I'll pop da trunk
caclunk now gimme a ba bump ba bump
oooh cool smoove like 2 blue suede shoes
y'all peoples slept on my hoffin and koos word 2 dantan pillow and Cool B.
switchin speeds like Bruce Lee riding a Fuji in a movie
I rock it on the one F Da 2, 3 funky like a box
of aah on looseleaf.

Yo I said ah, switching up speeds like Bruce Lee Riding a Fuji in that movie
(ha, ha)
I be saying something real word up if you ain't get it laugh now (he, he)
and then figure it out when you get home.
Word up, aight

 

[fox69]

"Case Closed"
(feat. Crossbreed)

"Case Closed"
(feat. Crossbreed)



[Dr.Trevis like voice] Hah
(huh, hah, hah, hah, HAHHAH, hah)
Nineteen ninety-six
(hah, come on!) Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers
in the perimeter
(huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww
(ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass
(Dick! Di-dick, check)

[Redman]
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 #1]
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: Crossbreed #2]
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

 

[fox69]

"Cheerz"
(feat. Ready Roc, Melanie Rutherford)

"Cheerz"
(feat. Ready Roc, Melanie Rutherford)



[Ready Roc]
I said I'm..
I'ma.. great white on the mic, servin fishscale
Livin life like I co-star with Denzel
Hip-hop been my life since kids meals
Lee jeans, label blocks and Big Wheels (uhh)
Ever since then I've been a FUCKIN problem
Feelin like Bruce Wayne, and this is Gotham
Now I got them haters watchin
Waitin for my next hit like a nigga boxin
(And the NEWWW!) On this mic you can see I'm blessed
Some say I'm the (One), like (KRS)
Shoutout to Clue, Flex and Doo Wop
R.I.P. Big L, Pun, Biggie and Tupac
Flow so sick somebody give me a flu shot (achoo)
I'm well done, overcooked, too hot
A booth, ProTools and a MP
That's all I need to show you that I'm a emcee (yessir!)
So you can chase the fame, cause simply
difference is, you a Beamer, I'm a Bentley - dummy!
Now wonder where I'd be without Funk Doc
So this toast goes to Redman and hip-hop (yo)

[Chorus: Ready Roc (Redman) {Melanie}]
Whattup Big Unc? (Whattup nephew?)
WHATTUP JERSEY? {Jersey, Jersey-ayyyyy}
(Check mic one) Check mic two
YEAH THEY HEARD ME..
How y'all feel? (Drinks on me!)
NOW WHO THIRSTY? {whoahhh-ohhhh}
(Cheers! This ones her for hip-hop)
HI-HI-HIP-HOP

[Interlude: Melanie Rutherford]
This is my life - this is my life baby
We gon' do it like this nigga

[Redman]
Yo, watch out now I talk like a old man
But still got that UHH like Jor-dan
Call in, anywhere I go it's CHEERS
Cause they yell my name like Nor-man
Walk in, look cool
Flow like the ink pen got Red Bull
Feel like I'm school, back to the basics
Handcuffin hip-hop, niggaz start rapin (yessir)
And I faced it, it's a new ballgame
It's like when (Baby Boy) met Ving Rhames
Now that's so appealin, the veteran
still trappin, I'm back in the building
Yeah I laugh when I'm yakkin to children
But it's hard when ya boy lackin a million
I'm so brilliant, cause I work the Eastside
And do the same damn thing on the Westside (West coast!)
For hip-hop I'ma die - you fuck with it?
I'm O-Dog, I ain't lettin that shit ride!
Whoever outside with a eardrum
Old people, young people, here it come

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Melanie (Redman)]
This is my life (yo, watch out now)
Hip-Hop (yessir, yo neph' I got it nigga)

[Redman]
Yo, aiyyo neph' you can tell I love hip-hop
And me stoppin any time? I think not
Whip, the opposite of a hard top
Summertime, my rhyme's in your droptop
Yeah, the LP is "Reggie"
I got the goods baby, I'm Don Ready
Ready, for any hip-hop freak
Even white chicks want black in 'em like Pernelli
Yeah, the rap game is star studded
It's like the NBA, you gotta love it

[Ready Roc]
Whattup Big Unc? Watch nephew
sell more records than Wyclef crew (ill)
Haters watch me ball like the ref do
And still can't get it right like a left shoe (hahahaha)
I'm 'bout to bubble like a Lex Coupe
"What's my motherfuckin name?" like I'm Big Snoop
Ready Roc hear the crowd scream
Now my name hold weight like a triple beam
Wu-Tang showed me how to get the C.R.E.A.M.
I'm a microphone, I'm a microphone fiend

[Chorus]

[Melanie Rutherford]
This is my life, this is my life
Hip-Hop, until I dieeeeee
Until I die, whoaaaaaa-ohhhhhh
Ooooo-hooo-hooooo
Cause this is my life, my life
Hip-Hop, until I diiiiieeee
Yeah yeah yeah

 

[fox69]

"Cloze Ya Doorz"
(feat. Roz, Tame One, Young Z, Diezzel Don, Gov-Matic)

"Cloze Ya Doorz"
(feat. Roz, Tame One, Young Z, Diezzel Don, Gov-Matic)



Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo check it out
Introducing, the international
Worldwide, Brick City

[Roz]
To each his own, I'ma have this known from the door
I make niggaz walk like ball four
Y'all score game down the block, for me it's hip-hop
around the clock, critical I'm bound to drop (stop)
You ain't know I'm nice girl, youse a Wannabe
like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice girl
I'm untry-able, undeniable
Won't be held liable for givin knots that's untie-able
R-O-Z, recognize my name
Rap G.I. Jane rockin colorful wide frames
Straight from Newark we Brick layers, Na Na slayers
Don't play I coach and pick players
in Da Bricks, get your shit popped locked and stolen
Step back I'm holdin, bitches be rollin
Ghetto style, I'ma stay that ripper
Tryin to get cash out the ass like a stripper

[Tame One]
Dub O, I'm down for whateva, do what I gotta to get the chedda
Fuck takin over cities, we conquered galaxies and better
I was put here to crush CD's and wreck tapes
Make a false move, I put this whole fuckin planet in checkmate
Hell with this, we takin over the spot
I don't like to, but I will resort to the glock
The whole camp is sick, you can't do nuttin but like it
It's like when you drown, your ass sink quicker if you fight it
Talkin bout you used to rob niggaz with pump shotties
I know you love club music nigga, but you ain't got a jack in your body
You fake ass niggaz, gettin screened like a short pass
And if you incorrect, I'ma diamond cut your bastard ass
You got mind control over me like Deebo but you ain't my friend
Cause when I'm around you be quiet but when I leave you be talkin again
But we gonna do it how you want cause I'm widdit to brawl with you
Now what if I put your bitch ass in a headlock and fall witchu

Yo niggaz, shut your windows and close ya doorz
Comin straight from Da Brick City [x2]

[Young Z]
Yo, here I come
Yo, yeah, yo YEAH (C'mon Z!)
Your bitch said aliens raped her and her four friends
But it was all the Outz, we dressed up as Martians
When I, crack a brew it's nuttin else I'd rather do
Hop out a cab or two to your avenue to battle you
Your style get ate like italian steak
Then I get Red to sell you achey or a pound of shake
Y'all can open up wide and suck this dick
None of y'all niggaz can't fuck with Bricks
While you scrubbin dishes, we puffin Swishers
Fuckin women ends up in the Benz trunk with switches
We cop sixty-three nigs
One from every spot, blunts be mystery mix
We got, spots, all my niggaz stay in Bricks
While y'all stash clips in bags of Bar-B-Q potato chips
Plus your main honey loved us
Slip her some bom-ba she'll fuck twenty of us

[Gov-Matic]
Yo, you pack that little ass gun like Harlem Nights
After we brawl and fight, yo bitch I'ma ball tonight
At shows we so tight we flow like it's one mic
Raw underground, yo Don, tell em what that dough like

[Diezzel Don]
D. Don, I gets mine, and stay gettin it
My thug mind'll brawl with rhymes and stay shittin it
Check my shine, iced out platinum like your pendant
V.I.P. ghetto nigga, hustlin and spendin
Got bitches trickin tryin to get with me
Got police, flock niggaz tryin to cop from me
How many pouns you want, how many pounds you need?
I cultivate, every block I go and drop seeds nigga
I grow trees, niggaz know me, for bein low key
That hustler from A.C.

[Gov-Matic]
I'm steady shittin on hoes, Grand Royal like the Green Eyed Bandit
Jump straight in the Lex offa New Jersey transit
Let my man spit that Don shit
Gov-Matic spit that shit that's toxic, I rock shit
It's that hot shit like Busta Bust got
plus I bust glock, on pussies I trust not
They get blown, burned like minutes on cell phone
Bring the terror to your block like the toughest nigga from jail home
And you dead gone when my squad come around
We hella illa from Isabella to Downtown

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Coc Back"
(feat. Ready Roc)

"Coc Back"
(feat. Ready Roc)



You ready?... yes sir... let's do!

[Redman:]
Hey Yo baby I'm back like Carter
The Don Dada
Stuff sour diesel in the God Father
Go hard or go home
Streets on the phone like red
Takin it to the max like top shotta.
Proper how da man keep a plan how to pop up
That's why I spit like a Louisiana
Chopper. Mr. chief rocker do it all I done it
Any mc around ain't clear... I run it
Yeah I got my chest out blunts got my mind right
16 bars about the size of a
Klondike. Mr show stopper
When I am done a bar fight
Now I get treated like
Kids around mike
Get it rock the NY fitted New Jersey
Do it quick as a NY minute
Got the smith like emit.
I run it back skip town
Hot 16's is the only way I'm
Doing a sentence.
Sky's the limit think I'm bigger than wall st
Chris Wallace said
It my pen got it's heart beat.
What up to Marcy
Brooklyn I'm sorry I ain't kicked it
So I signed up for Karate.
Hip hop monopoly pass go 3 times
Ordered TiVo for
Assholes to rewind
(Gilla House we grind)
Aye boy get em off us never sleep no
Caffeine to make a star – buck

[Chorus:]
Coc bak – spit it out coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out
Lyrical bang bang on the track man down
Coc bak – spit it out coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out
Lyrical bang bang on the track man down

[Ready Roc:]
Inhale – exhale I'm proof that sex sells
Now watch my bank account boost like a Nextel
From Marseille Paris to Cali
You can find me where ever the Bally
Probably with Halle bury the Audi
Interior whiter than Bill O'Riley
I'm Akbar Preme mixed with Muhammad Ali
Plus I got Big L spirit inside me
Your money like Bob Green my money like Yao Ming
Everybody gets scrilla on my
My team we shine like high beams
The dream like Akeem that's why I'm the prince
Like Naseem nah mean.
Ready da man aak
It's big Willie stay fly like Hancock
Catch
Me in Jam Rock with niggas with dread locks
That never waste bullets all they do is
Take head shots shots shots.
Fire shots man down these damn clowns shoulda knew
Ready was the man now.
I hooked up with Gilla & figured the plan
How to be #1 in
Hip hop hands down plan down.
Clamp down like pliers this man on fire soughta
Like Denzel or Marlo from the wire
The rap rowdy piper Makhi Phifer the D.Csniper.
I'm gonna need me a diaper up in my new Viper.

[Chorus:]
Coc bak – spit it out coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out
Lyrical bang bang on the track man down
Coc bak – spit it out coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out coc bak – spit it out
Coc bak – spit it out
Lyrical bang bang on the track man down

 

[fox69]

"Cosmic Slop"
(feat. Keith Murray, Erick Sermon (Def Squad))

"Cosmic Slop"
(feat. Keith Murray, Erick Sermon (Def Squad))



[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 alot
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

 

[fox69]

"Creepin'"

"Creepin'"


East Coast, West Coast..
All my country, funky, brother, motherfuckers

[Verse One]
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 Palladium,
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

 

[fox69]

"D.O.G.S."

"D.O.G.S."


Ha ha ha
Tokin on my indo..
Smokin on a indo..
Lookin through your window.. (chi-chi, blaow!)
Doin what I win doe, ha ha, ha.. it goes
Who that tokin on my indo? Pow!

Fragile niggaz get mashed out
(Who dat?) The Funk D-O-C Spock hash mouth rhymer
The Prime Timer, sharper than barber shop liners
Look at my chin - ninety degree bent
When I spit I make devils come out East St. Loren (gin!)
I spend so much money on chalk and the indo
my weed supplier need to build a drive through window
My form of art rock, jewels with Clarks
When my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the NARCs
Freak pattern after pattern to leave Angeles Los
The roughest rapper a DJ needle came across
Knock it in your Hummer; if it's too hot dial 9-1-1
Hook off on you like I Know What You Did Last Summer
Your dog is my dog, we dogs when it's thug time
When the fuckin hoes keep that drow in your bloodline

Yo, I send this to all my DOG
To my real niggaz that are true DOG
Niggaz who will bust guns for they DOG
Niggaz who will spit ones for they DOG
Niggaz who be rollin deep with they DOG
Niggaz who blaze blunts with they DOG
Niggaz who would do time for they DOG
Niggaz who would diss a bitch for they DOG

Yo I'm a dog
I piss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls
Grab the intercom and yell, "Fuck you!" in the mall
I drop it with the holocaust force, I got balls
I get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than y'alls
I went to college, rockin tie one below outfits
Dropped out, but stuck my friends for college deposits
Nigga, get a country nigga gun bustin
Like they saw Tupac with two glocks still thuggin
Fuckin with a dog like me, I call your name out
while you pussy niggaz Call ID, when I blaze
You step life your wifee got a baby on the way
The way I flex son you think I'm made out of clay
I'm illin, my lyrics on the blocks make the killings
I string your moms out until diapers take to chillin
I don't like to toot my own horn but I'm the shit
And if you hearin me I see you paid that twelve cent

So peace to homey hort DOG
Peace to that funky nigga Snoop DOG
Peace to that old nigga Dirt DOG
Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead DOG

You can call a female a dog too (true)
You can feed they stinkin ass u-canu-bu, DOG
They fuck your enemies and bring the beef to you
You got me, I left a couple in your Fubu
A real raw dog never get jealous
They keep they shit cocked if niggaz try to dead em
So ask 'Face, keep your mind on your money
I keep the stinkin ass hoes doin laundry DOG

Cause I'm a dog

 

[fox69]

"Da Bullshit"
(feat. Icarus)

"Da Bullshit"
(feat. Icarus)



That's that bullshit
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...