Redman

[fox69]

"Da Bump"

"Da Bump"


[Intro]
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: ("Tonight's Tha Night" from "Whut? Thee Album")]

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
[x2]

[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]

 

[fox69]

"Da Countdown (Saga Continues)"

"Da Countdown (Saga Continues)"


The motherfuckin saga continues...

[Intro]
Yeah, turn me up some on the mic some (1, 2, 1, 2...)
Yeah, Turn it down overall in the headphones

[Verse]
Yo, we go one for the money, two for the show
Three for Brick City, four for Bang Bro
This the count down, bang the underground
Bang a hundred rounds, nigga you want it down
I can't believe they givin air for these cats to breathe
But Ima dog, and I sniff between
I glow like the sun, but run in the nite
Doc'll bend you quick, like the front of your Nikes
Redman, I make my 929 can-can
And if you cant' stand the pressure, slam dance
Def Jam lost they soul
They forgot how to build a artist, so I gotta show 'em
Gilla House, you let the real gorilla out
The Pit Boss of the game is how I deal 'em out
Yall philosophy is wrong, it's to the +left+
So gimme fifty G's lemme +right+ (write) your songs

[Bridge]
The motherfuckin saga continues...
The motherfuckin saga continues...
The motherfuckin saga continues...
The motherfuckin saga continues...

[Verse 2]
Long as Rockwilder and E. Sermon got my back
I don't need to pick up tracks
I choose to do it
I'm fluent, I crack it to the rooster roostin
This for carjackers, and boosters boostin
Duck nigga, fuck ya Cadillac truck pick-up
I roll Sanford and Son when cameras come
I'm Gilla, I do it red-handed and run
Write my scripture in the Bible, hand it to nuns
I'm keepin a green thumb
Me and my man Tical, Four, Voltron and Team One
Smoke addicts, when the mic on we toe tag it
My Go-go Gadget, go smack bastards
Rap like Ceramic
Doc Slept on a bed of bricks, yall takin flicks on a hammack
And In my head, I can hear Jam Master jammin
I'm the Brick Layer, I'm the Brick Mayor
Doctor Dictator, put ya gun and switchblade up
Gilla House, wakin up your neighbors
Keep my family tight like Will Smith and Jada
FYI, I'm back on the job, BITCH!

[Chorus x2]
(10...9...8!!!)
Motherfuckers better hit the gate, we go...
(7...6...5!!!)
Gilla house gon keep it alive, we go...
(4...3...2!!!)
I got bitches like "Who that dude!?"
(One!) I'm number one
(One!) I'm number one
(One!) I'm number one

[Bridge]

 

[fox69]

"Da Da DaHHH"

"Da Da DaHHH"


[Verse 1]
Yo, I gotta back ache, stomach ache, diahrea, vomiting
Cold feet, runny nose, head ache, insomnia
Cranky, moody, burpin' while i'm cursin'
Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban
I'm only 3, and gotta chip motorola
A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
Lyin, cryin, whinin', teasin'
Suckin' tities like I had years of breast feedin'
In the begining i was sinning
Kept my mama back and forth
To the hospital for the constant kickin'
Kept them ass whippin', I'm gettin them all
Show off like Fodolo so fuck all y'all
Do you get your ass whipped with your mom's bad luck
Like AHUH YEU YEU get hit by a truck
Playin' catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit

[Chorus]
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like kickin' your ass
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Smokin' weed
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
All day check it out

[Verse 2]
I'm only 13 puttin' in work
Rockin' chinese shoes with high top converse but first
We was all gas watchin' game of def with Bruce
Walkin' home from the movies [Red makes karate movie noises]
I thought about the sex often
I even kept a heartland for them white girls on magic garden
Light skin, chubby and shit
Ran my mama's phone bill for callin' Biggs Biggs Biggs
The old hands used to make them little niggaz fight
The lead patch was the shit if you snatch it right
And everybody knew the pattern of pac man
Rams was 15 and that then was happenin'
Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city
I was cuttin' on SL's glue with a penny
When EPMD dropped Its My Thing
I said damn i gotta get up in this rap game

[Chorus]
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like touchin' your tities
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
I'm just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like Stealin' my mama's car

[Verse 3]
I used to tell my Sis i'm gonna make it bitch
So close to gettin' on i could taste the shit
In a hot ass room cuttin' smooth operator
In my last year at West Side High I barley made it
Flippin eightballs, going to Montclair State
I passed one class and still owe their ass cake
For quick cash, Doc hit up 13th ave
Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed
That was the days now the times switched up
Son either walk them dogs, sunff it or get snuffed
Them ho's got triflin' but much thicker
My weed got better so easily i fucked shit up
I test y'all with my def squad cam
And I don't stage show dive unless y'all amp
To all my fans, arivaderchi to ya
And any ho that didn't blow Doc, I NEVER KNEW YA!

[Chorus]
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like still sqeezin' your titties
I'm just a grown man doing grown man shit
With a big ass car
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Rollin' better credit
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Yo yo shit is crazy
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like smackin' your ass
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like shaving my beard
Now i'm a grown man doing grown mans shit
I got hair on my chest!

 

[fox69]

"Da Funk"

"Da Funk"


[Verse 1, Redman (Reggie Noble) talking to himself:]

Yo, yo, yo check this out
Yo, yo we gon go back to the old school right now
Yo, yo Red
Yo, what's up G?
Yo, yo, yo check this out
I believe there's no nigga out there as funky as you
True
So, what we're gonna do, is we're gonna go back to the old P
Funkadelic
Get the fuck outta here, word?
Remember that old cut you did?
Yeah, yeah
That ol' P funk cut?
Yeah, make my funk the P funk
Yeah, yeah, that's it
Well, what we gonna do is we gonna reminisce on that ol' shit
Word?
We gon go right back to the old school, but before we do
I wanna know is my niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
I said is my motherfuckin niggaz in the house?
Hell yeah!
So everybody just light your spliffs up
Yeah
Get your skunk weed and light that shit up
And let the funk be your guiding light
You heard it comin from the lungs of the funkadelic brother himself
More funk than a bag of skunk
Twice the funk that James Brown's socks
Hit me
Hittin you straight across your notch
Wit a tune
Yo, Redman, drop it

[Chorus:]

Make my funk, the P funk
I wants to get funked up

[Verse 1:]

Make my funk the P funk, we thump
Lyrics that bounce the brain, make emcees jump
Sky high
Can't touch the level so why try?
Fall Guy compare me status to fly guy
Rough and rugged, and brother it takes ten to conquer
That's why I'm on probation
Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees
Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees
Of two-ten
Not from an oven, but mac ten
A mac twenty maybe if I didn't subtract ten
My background straight from a black mans culture
Want more, buy the video or Redman sculpture
For your mantle, damn you
Too hard to handle
E Double slam once, and Redman slam two
Break hooks, earthquake shook the state of NJ
Okay, bust the big gate
For microphones that have swollen mic cords
PE fights for power
Redman fights for soul power
Funk is strong as a tree trunk
Ask me the flavor
Make mines the P funk

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]

I'm back with the funk, chump
You want funk, how many lumps?
I got spunk
I'm well known like Donald Trump
I'm not...

 

[fox69]

"Da Goodness"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"Da Goodness"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[Redman]
Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill
Spark the L, "Whattup Doc?" What the deal?
Clock the squeal, the MC overkill
Certified cylinders 35 mil'
Jumpin out planes, Doc's Da Name
Cock the flame, back to delete the pain
Hater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo
Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal
Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds
Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums
Me and my man jumpin out Sedans
Tappin your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran
I, execute like wars in Beirut
Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe
The rhythm hit em without the venom in em
Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon
Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin a lot
I been had a demo before "Ridin' High"
Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot
Clorox your Fort Knox, til y'all call SWAT
Bite off your ear for a souveneir
Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear
If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet
Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set

Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out
Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out
Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out
Black the fuck out, act the fuck out
Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass [x2]
Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass

Ooooh-weeee! I think the heat is on
Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin y'all
Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn
Active frequency, trip the car alarm
Ribbit Ribbit Ribbit, got moves to make
Choose the date, today you hallucinate
Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes
Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero
Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough
Got your wife sayin, "Not tonight, hello!"
Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris
The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish
You need classes for practice to tap this
Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch
Hot potato, drop the data
Guard your Emancipation Proclimator
Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt
As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal
Brick City be the pros at wildin out
off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle
Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky
Crash in the V while we Master the P
I beez Bout It Bout It, causin low mileage
Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha
Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed
Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!
Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline
Got impact like DJ Boo on "Benjamins"
Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland
Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, "It's them again!"

Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out
Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out
Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out
Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out
Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass [x2]
Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin wit you
or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too
Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe
Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do
She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone
The Don Corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone
C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out
Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out
Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly
The way I be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly
Shit funky like your mother with her STINKIN ass
Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, WHOO!
Baby just hold a second and give me a chance
Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance
Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out
Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out

[Redman]
Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out
Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out
Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out
Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out
Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass [x2]
Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass

Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin ass

Stinkin ass
Stinkin ass
Stinkin ass
Stinkin ass!

 

[fox69]

"Da Ill Out"
(feat. Def Squad)

"Da Ill Out"
(feat. Def Squad)



[Erick Sermon]
Yo Reggie, I'mout

[Jamal]
T-ree F Squad
Muddy Waters
Don't get it twisted... nigga

[Redman]
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

 

[fox69]

"Da Journee"

"Da Journee"


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]

 

[fox69]

"Dat Bitch"
(feat. Missy Elliott)

"Dat Bitch"
(feat. Missy Elliott)



Yo.. (Fuck that nigga, look at her toes)
Yo! (You know you like toes nigga)
Bitches be talkin too much out here (God DAMN mami, you the one!)
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch (Nigga that's that bitch right there)
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch (Always poppin off at the mouth)
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch
Turn it up some! Turn my voice up some
That BITCH!
.. Dat bitch (Where the fuck you at?)
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch
Funk Doctor Spock (Where she at yo?)
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch (There she go, there she go yo)
(Nigga there she go) Over there that bitch (Nigga there she go)
(Nigga here we go..)

Yo, dat bitch - the one that'll shut her mouth
Don't give a fuck if not my album out
Dat bitch, that'll hustle too
Pull out the baby .380 ask, "Who the fuck are you?"
Dat bitch - that'll go out like (Army Men)
Dat bitch - wrappin her hair in Barbie pins
When the pressure's on, you'll find a bomb in your car
in your trunk on the road to Arlington
Yo, dat bitch - the one that'll take control
Brought me a 2-way when my pager broke
Dat bitch - that'll love to fuck, take it in the butt
When the Doc comes, she won't wipe it up
Dat bitch - that'll whip a car better than me
Yo, dat bitch - splittin cigars better than me
Dat bitch - tattooes on her back and arm
And you see my name when the track is on
Dat bitch - that'll jump out dolo
With her toes in a pump with a shotgun pump out
Dat bitch - that'll roll proper, two phones
One for tricks and one for callin the Doctor
Dat bitch - that'll give me brain when I'm thinkin
Dat bitch - that's makin me more insane than a ink pen
Dat bitch - that ain't scared to whup her kids
Know to bail Doc out when my ass in the precinct

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Dat bitch, the one that'll shut her mouth
That'll keep it on the low what I'm all about
Dat bitch, when I'm on the run, she give me a gun
1 - Hide me out at her father's house
2 - Hide me out at her momma's house
Dat bitch, that'll give me brain when I'm thinkin
Dat bitch, that's makin me more insane than a ink pen
Dat bitch, Doc need a real bitch for this
go-rilla, rilla, rilla, rilla

[Missy Elliott]
I'm dat beatch, B-I, T, C-H
Won't fuck a nigga until it's payday
Make him think I'm in love, oooh baby
Fuck witcha nigga, makin motherfuckers hate me
Dat beatch - I'm in the classified
Dat beatch - make a nigga go and buy me a ride
Do you know who, I be?
I'm the M-I crooked, letter Y nigga
Bad to the Bizzy Bone
Quick bitch talk shit night long
I run shit, done done shit
Pop a gun shit, slap a bum bitch
Dat beatch - yo you heard it first from me
Dat beatch - ain't nuttin but the same O.G.
Dat beatch - I'm, rollin and strokin
and jokin and workin I'm

[Chorus]

[Missy Elliott]
Heyyyyy, you're the only one for me
Yeahhhh-ahhh-ehhhhhh
Reggie Noble.. keep it gangsta.. eh-hehh, mmmm
She's the one, she's the one, only one
Heyy-eyyy, lives her life, pays the price
When she keeps it gangsta, yeahhh-hahhh
Ohhhhh, yeahhhhahhhh.. [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Def Jammable"

"Def Jammable"


Yessir!
We gon' do it like this yo
Yo, I'm a animal, Def Jammable
Titanical, high flammable
Don't gas me, I live near Amaco
I'm eatin boy, identical to Hannibal
And my antidote, I prescribed it
Since you all on my wood, lie again
I advised them, sterilized them
His ear wasn't clear to hear the album
YO

[Chorus]
I don't know what you people gonna do without him
And these haters gonna run around, talk about him
So I keep gettin money and keep it rockin
Flammable.. Titanical.. Def Jammable

Call me Pimp Nuts, on a chick butt
She gotta a sister? I got 'em mixed up
My car inside is dark, tint up
The door is suicide - WRISTS CUT
Yeah I'm a Riddle, you can't see me
if I was "Avatar" in 3D
Hit the T-O-P, it's easy
Your career like George, needy
You can hee hee, but I'm a ha ha
Next to Lady Gaga in a iPod
Near, givin the captain a high-five
I'm, a fly guy - why not?
I'm like tied top, I rock music
I'm tryin to be set for life like a Jew kid
And me not runnin (The Block) like a (New Kid)
That's like, Hov', not doin "Blueprint"

[Chorus]

Yo I was a asshole, in the classroom
Now I'm a sick nigga, like a bad cold
Mister (Unforgettable), Nat Cole
You can't witness none of it from the back row
Nigga move up, and walk with my foot
And follow my ingredients like a cookbook
Let me show you how to hustle, look look
I even got some of the oil that Bush took
Me shook? Look, that is not me
I feel cocky like "Rocky," part three
When I speak, white girls jock me
They know I Rush Limbaugh for the ock see
Pardon me partner, you'll find out
that I'm a, lady's man, Leon Feltz
Gap Band, I'll blow your mind out
With the nine and my, Louis Vuitton belt

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Diggy Doc"

"Diggy Doc"


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