Redman

[fox69]

"Go Hard"

"Go Hard"


[Verse 1:]
Ay yo, I hop out the car
Women gather 'round like "Oh my God, he's in my iPod"
Peace to the god, sayonara bitches
There's no second time around like Shalamar
Hit the New York bar, high on the broccoli
Then hit Queens for a queen like King Jaffe
Sixteens I go off like Biz Markie
Sixteen rounds, I buck like Milwaukee
Come on ride, it sounds like homicide
All you marks will know it's the other guys
Gettin' fly while rap is in danger
Six guns, one man, thirty six chambers
Brick city on board like a campaign
And we ain't drinkin' 'less Don is the champagne
Got flows more looser than your spare change
Look dummy, we ain't never in the same lane

[Hook:]
Either go hard or go home
You know a nigga like me keeping that chrome
[?] hittin' my phone
You know a nigga like me'll go hard
I go hard, I go hard, I go hard, I go hard
I go hard, I go hard, I go hard, I go hard

[Verse 2:]
Hey, the same chick I tell you you pop lockin'
That's the same chick you take to go shopping
Young niggas [?]
Leave 'em talkin' through the box like Troutman
That's why nigga act so hood
I roll up looking at you like "what"
I can't lie but I like to floss
[?]
New Eras on, [?] in motion
Hot chicks love it how I kick it and coach 'em
They'll do whatever, I'm richer than both of 'em
Vegas, I may get eleven on a ocean
Woah, can't do it then allow me
I show y'all a real cannon, body
I yell "Action" no [?]
And [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Yo, how you gonna find another nigga like me
Even my inner-like me doesn't like me
I'm so cocky wanna mock me
But their styles sloppy like als in ta swap meet
Your barbershops' gettin' faded
Finally the weakest links get eliminated
All you young boys that yellin' out "We made it"
How you gonna create what I [?]

[Hook]

I'm going hard

 

[fox69]

"Green Island"

"Green Island"


Motherfuckin, ladies and gentleman
My style's rugged like Timberland
When I clock lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon
My style flow local like New Jersey transit
And I can't stand it
And you'll need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it
I'm from N-to-the-E
W-A-R-K, Newark NJ got the AK
When I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy
I'm a Kid From the Hall
I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers
Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it
Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit
I keep the chronic patrol on the road
in case you're wondering why I keep my izm
Cause I smoked everybody else's shit up
My style's the ultimate funk when I mic checka
One two checka
And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and Decker
So check the, manuscript, man you flipped
Put it down if you can't handle it
Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College Graduate
I got a degrees in Physics on how high I can get
Then next I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec
Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and stealin
and fuckin niggaz everyday
Now Jersey's on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand side
Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my ride
So, sliiiide, before I call the medics
You can bet bitch you couldn't get fly if you were FedEx
Can I, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya
Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to California
Cause Reggie Noble dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco
I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho
My music more underground than a kid at 300 XL
Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected
I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz
And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk

Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degrees
and cause surgery for emergency
cause Reggie Noble's known like burglary
I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets
Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did
Cause we run around Newark with the nine cock
Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my block
And if ya don't know the flavor, be a tough guy and enter
So go show you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey center
I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your canines
Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when it's playtime
I rock around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendar
Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class major was Algebra
I make bitches moan to my Stallone without Sylvester
Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole school system of investors
So check us, I always smoke mad blunts before breakfast
Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic
Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight
I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed
I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby
You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60
I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up
Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up
I blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello
(Yo whattup dogg?)
Really, now pass the second blunt to Quilly

Now sit your big ass down cuz I don't know about this rap stuff
There wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa
Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards
Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick
Watch out now, I ain't bullshittin
I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three goddamnit
And if you keep on with that dirty mistreatin
I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating

And yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionic
you find it I'll have to rewind it where minds are blinded
Time 4 Sum Aksion so time to find it
I smoked out like a cookout, look out my dick's out
That was last album when I was bouncin on trains like Malcolm
I was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldn't survive
That's why I quit my nine to five and got live
Because this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pockets
And I'm Audi for ninety-four because I already got my props
Hoes, hoes, and more hoes...

 

[fox69]

"High 2 Come Down"

"High 2 Come Down"


[Hook:]
Yo, I just smoked me some purple
Now I'm waiting for my high to come down
This girl popped her some Bam-Bam
Now she waiting for her high to come down
Come down, come down
We just waiting for her high to come down
Come down, come down, come down

[Verse 1:]
Got a zip-lock of that [?] in the backwood
Boy I'm up all night, I'm Dracula hustling my racks up
Red and Homie smoke more than Cheech & Chong homie, yeah nigga, that's us
When I'm out on the West Coast, my little niggas say "Yo, relax cuz"
Rolling up that green crack, that grandaddy, and XO
Got a dancer that love my baby so I'ma leave her with strip throat
I'm a asshole on the mic, I think I was born as a test tube
Y'all fucking with Red, well here's two alphabets, FU

[Hook:]
I just smoked me some purple
Now I'm waiting for my high to come down
This girl popped her some Bam-Bam
Now she waiting for her high to come down
Come down, come down
We just waiting for her high to come down
Come down, come down, come down

[Verse 2:]
Yo, I smoke weed and I sold albums
Fuck with me, you got more problems
Pound of sour gettin' rolled up on my bus, that's a real low rider
Smoked blunt with Waka Flocka, rolled a L with Jack [?]
Colorado gettin' dabbed and all that bud, I'ma need tupperware
Brick City where I'm born at, California got the OG
Bay Area [?]
And on the West everybody knows me
Smoked a blunt with my boy Kurupt
[Illadelph] where the loud, homie?
You know how the East Coast gettin' down
I ain't talkin' weed when the pound on me

[Hook:]
I just smoked me some purple
Now I'm waiting for my high to come down
This girl popped her some Bam-Bam
Now she waiting for her high to come down
Come down, come down
We just waiting for her high to come down
Come down, come down, come down

She just rolled us some purple
Now she's waiting for her high to come down
She popper her
Now she's waiting for her high to come down
Come down, come down
She's waiting for her high to come down

WKYA Radio

 

[fox69]

"Hold Dis Blaow!"

"Hold Dis Blaow!"


Red's Gone Wild [gun cocks]

[ad libs for next 14 seconds]

[Redman]
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
Gilla nigga, and we abide by the blueprint
We ain't all loud, holla and whoopin
Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nuttin
You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin
I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy
And even for that cake I'll fuck Lil' Debbie
Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore
Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore
Get shut down! Yeah, knock your mans off
Wouldn't trade places if you {?} or Randolph
Shorty shorty, give me that body
Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin
Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it!

[Chorus]
You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
You could hold dis BLAOW! And niggaz is, nig'
And niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me
You could hold dis BLAOW!

[Redman]
Gilla House foundation (yeah)
Gilla House foundation (aww yeah)
Gilla House foundation (thorough niggaz - no, NO!)
Gilla House foundation (monkey niggaz)

Yo, Gilla nigga, era, fuck you, pay me
Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key
It's like Janet, "What Have You Done for Me, Lately?"
Nuttin, I blew up, you try to inflate me
Dawg, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud
End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood
So when you get here show a whole lot of love
Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a truck
I don't condone, I got kids to relate to
"Redman Gone Wild" - hear the new debut
Fox 5 a nigga, boy that's great news
Now I'm back in the, hood like Grey Goose
Who gon' stop me? I'm razor sharp
With Gilla niggaz frontline, and Jay the boss
Y'all chicken ass niggaz blood made of broth
But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New York
So all you West Coast niggaz, get that money
Cause these Brick City dudes get that money
It's gonna be, one pussy that'll act funny
("Yo I'm gon' get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin")
Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy{?}
I'm fucked up, I slipped my own self a mickie
Doin dirty, I'm triple-X/"XXX" like Vin Dies'
Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy's
Shorty shorty, give me that body
Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin
Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it!

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

[Outro]
Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla
Yeah, Gilla niggaz
(Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla)
Thorough niggaz
Monkey niggaz (BLAM)

 

[fox69]

"How To Roll A Blunt"

"How To Roll A Blunt"


(Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww SHIT!!)

Check it out
Yo, 1992 begins the new wave for the blunt rollers
You know what I'm sayin'?
The saga of the philly blunt continues
The flava's the P-Funk y'all, get wit it
Check it out...

[Verse 1]

Check out a new type of gimmick which is splendid
Since you're down with other shit, let's see if you're down with this
It's about..strictly trying to roll a blunt
When you get the hang of it, you'll catch more blunts than Archie Bunk
First of all you get a fat bag of ism
From uptown, any local store sells the shit friend
Purchase a philly, not the city of Philly
Silly punk, I'm talking 'bout the shit called the Philly blunt
Lick the blunt and then the Philly blunt middle you split
Don't have a razor blade, use ya fuckin fingertips
Crack the bag and then you pour the whole bag in
Spread the ism around until the ism reach each end
Take your finger and your thumb from tip to tip
Roll it in a motion then the top piece you lick
Seal it, dry it wit ya lighter if ya gotta
The results, mmmmmmmm....proper

[chorus]
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
That's how you roll a blunt
Let's all roll a blunt
..and get fucked up (yea)
[repeats again]

[Verse 2]

The second paragraph might makes you laugh
When a brotha rolls a blunt and his breath smells like gr-ass
That's when you know you gotta take the blunt from him
Cuz his breath has the dragon in the dungeon
(yo, yo, yo, light the blunt. uh yo, here's the lighter..)
I would if this shit would stop drippin' wit saliva
And if you gonna lick it, don't drown it with ya spit, shit
I dunno what dick or last puss you licked quick
And how 'bout the non-blunt rollin' females
That always fucks it up 'cuz they don't wanna break their Lee nails
(hee hee hee hee hee, sorry Red for spilling it..)
You better pickup every seed of it
Because I paid 10 bills for the get ill..
And for spilling it you better get lost or get grilled
Bo know everything from sports to other stuff
But I bet you Bo dunno know to roll a blunt.

[chorus]

(hey nigga pass the gotdamn blunt. shit! what you holding it all day for?
Sit yo big ass down...)

[bridge]
Yo, yo, check this out
I want all the real niggas out there and the females too
If you got a fat blunt in ya mouth and you feeling high as hell
I want y'all to repeat after me, check it out
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up..)
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up...)
I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell..)
I'm high as hell (I'm high as hell) Yea.

[Verse 3]
Last but not least, Redman would like to say peace
To all the blunt rollers from the Tri-State to the Middle East
And gimme a blunt when I kick the bucket
Devil or no devil when I am the wrong to be fucked with
So everybody put they blunt up in the air
Take a puff, blow the smoke out like ya just don't care
So..(pump up the volume) ..so it's heard thru the next block
I'm out, peace to Red Foxx, I'm off to the cess spot..

[outro]

(yea, DJ Twinz in the house)
Yea, Redman's in the house
Yo, peace to Pack Pistol Posse, the 4,5,6
Yo, I'm out, yo Reg
Turn this shit off man (yo turn that shit off..)

[record stops]

 

[fox69]

"How U Like Dat"
(feat. Gov Mattic)

"How U Like Dat"
(feat. Gov Mattic)



[Intro]
WKYA Gilla House Radio
Yeah niggaz, I'm back
And the weather outside is hot than a motherfucker
But we cold chillin in the Brick City
So kick back, light some blunts
Put your hands on a big fat greasy ass and turn the music up
As we take yo' ass on a ride as Redman Goes Wild on WKYA!

[Redman]
Gilla House, yo, yo
Come see the sideshow, nigga how it go?
With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks
You want the beef nigga? Here the prime roast
My mic's the gun, the bullet's the 9-volt
Fuck the convo, here go the pyro
G.I. Joe, mixed with Desperado
I ride low, with a bomb in the armrest
Prepare to snipe a fucker like John F.
Connect ya like Nynex, nigga holla
I'm on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck
Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor
Red is to blunt like redneck is to Marlboro
This is our world, join the effect
Clean your ears for Doc Donald Goines with a pen
What more can I say, Doc billin
Gilla general, Def Squad lieutenant
Ill at will, thought you knew
I'm in the hood, you (Most Wanted) up in (Malibu)
I don't co-sign shit that ain't hundred percent
Tryna blow money-wise like Bubba Gump Shrimp (Gilla!)
I feel I'm young, out for the crumbs
Shutgun warrior with a Wu-Tang tongue (Gilla!)
How ya like that, tell me how ya like that
How ya like that, tell me how ya like that
Don't fuck around or walk around with an icepack
I test your gangsta, didn't wanna fight back
This for niggaz, Jews, and white trash
I deliver them punchlines with a nice jab
Smokin weed on a go-cart at Bo Craft
BC-4, straight out of Low Cash
Low Cash, Low Cash (WKYA!)
Low Cash, yeah!

[Gov Mattic]
The new Brick City, low down, gritty
Fo'-pound semi, minds I leave 'em empty
Keep the fo'-pound round the nine-milli with me
So when the Feds run up, they likely not to hit me
Like J-Kwon everybody, in the club tipsy
You be on the mixtapes soundin like 50
But this is Brick City, Gilla House we comin through
Smokin blunts, sippin Henny too
Girls is bouncin, niggaz bouncin too
On the blocks, new whips we drivin through
We gettin money, CD's is pay-per-view
At the go-go girls come up into
So listen up as we tell y'all what to do
Come holla at my motherfuckin crew (yeah!)

 

[fox69]

"I C Dead People"

"I C Dead People"


[Verse 1: Redman]
Word is bond, Redman make the eardrum
I'm seeing dead pople creepin' on my income
Piercing the ear drums, how the fuck he do it?
Got little miniture Redmans, crawlin' into it, cause my
(Tactics is a tool, kids actin' like a fool)
That's what happens to students, when you keep 'em after school
I stay a wild child, beef, bring it like "Raow! Raow!"
My guns go boom, boom, while your guns go pow pow!
Still, I feel a chill, bumps in my body
The spirits of other MC's, Rucka center party
Cause, you being, the man that I am
I'm awfully hunted by them guns with wide lens on the scope
Sucka, you miss, I'm a get my laugh on
You fuck around and woke up, with ya stash gone
How I spaz on niggaz is ugly
You got the game fucked up on makin' the money
See I don't say I'm thugged out, but I know my choice
Back up plans, got back up; if I blow my voice
That's why I'm Brick City, and what to put my niggaz on
To see us perform, we sellin' out at Ticket Tron
What I'm doing is wrong, but It lasts long
Yo, toast the niggaz that passed on
Get it while the gettin good, whole life in a grip
Cause when it's gone, that's it, that's it, that's it!

[Chorus x2]
I'm seeing dead people creepin on my income
You win some, you lose some, but you never run

[Verse2: Redman]
([?]Come on)
Redman it's the war head; BOOM!
Nigga I don't die, I was born dead
Top of the mornin' to ya, I wake up like a born loser
The world is my Bermuda; Triangle and I'm lost in it
I'm hearin' voices saying "Red, the wanna put holes in ya authentic"
I walk among winners and I put out work, nigga
(And I don't stop, until I squirt)
Haters hate on, you can tell the rest of the class
I can see the evil in you, through a masculine task
(Smoke the greenest grass) I live by the hand of god
That me, ya boys, or ya guns won't leave a scar
You niggaz too hard and not ready to scrap
Knowin' damn well, ya moms raised you better than that
Redman the weirdo, I'm my own dirty clique
With 35 KO's nigga (I'll make it 36!)

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Redman]
Thou shall not fuck with raw, Funk Docter
Takin' ya breath when I drop ya
I feel for you ([?] try to test me)
You a waiteress set of an MC, check please
(I waited way too long) Now it's time to put Gilla on the map
Gilla on ya back, same Zombies, from Phila on attack
Niggaz want it back, Triggas on the map
Won't stop me, I'm not a quitter that's a rap
(If I was just broke you wouldn't notice me)
Ha, Ha, but look at the bright side my man
No body really planned to fail, you really failed the plan
Gotta keep the bomb like an Israeli hand
My music's killa, your's girlie; Scram!
I can hang out in the same place as my fans
Let 'em touch me, feel how far that I swam
Look in my eyes, ya noddin to sleep
It ain't a watch, as Eminem, providin the beat
That's why..

[Chorus x4]

 

[fox69]

"I Don't Kare"

"I Don't Kare"


Give it to me, yo yo give it to me
Yo, give it to me.. give it to me
Bitch give it to me.. give it to me
Nigga give me that cash, bitch give it to me
Bitch give it to me, or I'll smack the shit out you
Give it to me.. yo yo yo yo yo!
Give it to me..
Yo, yo yo yo, yo, yo check it

Yo I'm too old for these young whippersnappers out here
I'm a legend, you should be poppin corks to my beer
When I appear, full gear, down from the rear
Sliced so quick, you thought Doc whispered in your ear
Yeah, there's too many MC's, but not enough MC's
are raw like that liquid that you pour on mint leaves
Look around the premises, spot blemishes
Call me Doc O-Dog, more Menace than Dennis
It's him in this, the raunchy shit I prefer
So every word be hard to turn when you stir
My grill, my balls, my jaws, stretch twelve floors
Vacate your college dorm halls
I can stand still and ricochet off the walls
The gun sparks yourself cause your pee ate the stall
Who Shot J.R.? I did, right in the melon
So I could own a ranch and start fuckin Sue Ellen!
I do murders that's hard to solve through forensic
Any clash of hash able to burn I bent it
You push a 6 while I push a rented Tempest
Rockin, hoe hoppin, bumpin Lil' Kim shit!

Aiyyo, niggaz poppin shit Red - "I Don't Kare"
Bitches say you don't got money - "I Don't Kare"
Yo niggaz say he nicer than you - "I Don't Kare"
"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out"
[Milk:] "I don't care!"

He got a big icy chain - "I Don't Kare"
He got a Benz and a Range - "I Don't Kare"
His records get mad airplay - "I Don't Kare"
"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out"
[Milk:] "I don't care!"

Yo yo, fuck all you radio that wanna play clean singles
I cleaned mine for years and still ain't hit a million (WHY??!?!)
I get the buddha heads buggin, shit
I should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm Unpluggin
Doc rocked every corridor in Florida
Watch the formula pour sucka absorb it up
And while you foamin up from the two in your Nautica
I orchestrate the orchestra to Arkestra
Never trust no bitch, map your click
She ain't with it, Call Tyrone to pack her shit
Funk Doc, Goldeneye, Double-Oh agent
I be in court more than them dollar cap Haitians
Lick a shot, BLAOW, think the Doc is goin pop?
Eat a cock, BLAOW, ready for real hip-hop to
rock you block, BLAOW, all chicks I turn em out
Send they boyfriends back home, takin the garbage out
Ha ha, yo, I'ma sewer rat the tracks
With gats bigger than Will Smith gat in Men in Black
And if it's Friday, you better double your lap
I hit you on the floor sayin, "My neck and my back!"
Yo, let's settle it out of court for ten dollars smoke
Two-fifty in Jawbreakers, dollar in envelopes
Yo, how tight are you? - Tighter than a Federal jail
How High? - You better check XXL!

Yo niggaz say you ain't shit - "I Don't Kare"
Yo bitches say you broke as fuck - "I Don't Kare"
Niggaz say he better than you - "I Don't Kare"
"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out"
[Milk:] "I don't care!"

Yo yo, he got a lot of fuckin ice - "I Don't Kare"
Yo, he got a Benz and a Range - "I Don't Kare"
He get forty spins a day! - "I Don't Kare"
"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out"
[Milk:] "I don't care!"

"I Don't Kare"
"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out"
[Milk:] "I don't care!"
"I Don't Kare"
"I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out"
[Milk:] "I don't care!"

 

[fox69]

"I Got A Seecret"

"I Got A Seecret"


Damn
Ladies.. and gentlemen
I got a secret
Somebody told me yo' ass stink!
Don't blame me!

Hah, what, huh..
Ah, one two three four
Huh, huh, yo
Huh, yo yo yo yo yo yo
(c'mere baby)
Yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo
Yo huh

Yeah yi-yeah, these metaphors be broad
Take the Shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor
That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
Shoot up the Mardi Gras with double chrome forty-fours
Full up plates, cause someone I'm ready to take yours!
Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin
Hyperventilatin, you're talk of the town like date rapin
Call me the Doc-casian Spot, The Beatles
Malfunction in the SL Board without the EQ
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch
in da black truck, what, fuck yo' back up
My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel
the rapture.. ha ha.. HA HAH.. HA HAH!

Aiyyo! Feel what I feel, see what I see son
Break your neck - secretly blown, talico style Doc
Trace the sketch - according to verbal recording hot
Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful! Cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmeceuticals
I react - the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam further
I serve the murder then beef it to ham-burger
Redman skats, I can't follow it but I'm only kidding
Knowin god damn well that's hard to spit
Fans call me mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hood
Everyday, wanna star? Check an astrologist
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch
You know, papi chulo with the fucked up grammar
So much spanish ass, niggaz think I own Copa Cabana
Shot up Santa, got more tools than, Hanna Barbera, check it
The clues I left was hard for cops to Etch-a-Sketch it
Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (KLACK)
I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards
Fatal, duckin from pussy police in LeSables
Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel

High, Funk Doc, Roni Size keep the herb twistin
And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken
Ha ha.. alright one more time..

(c'mere baby)

 

[fox69]

"I Got A Seecret (Remix)"

"I Got A Seecret (Remix)"


Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
These metaphors be broad
Check it, damn
Ladies.. and gentlemen
I got a secret
Somebody told me yo' ass stink!
Don't blame me!

Hah, what, huh..
Ah, one two three four
Huh, huh, yo
Huh, yo yo yo yo yo yo
(C'mere baby)
Yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo
Yo huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, these metaphors be broad
Take the Shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor
That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
Shoot up the Mardi Gras with double chrome forty-fours
Full up plates, cause someone I'm ready to take yours!
Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin
Hyperventilatin, you're talk of the town like date raping
Call me the Doc-casian Spot, The Beatles
Malfunction in the SL Board without the EQ
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch
It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck your back up
My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel
the rapture.. ha ha.. HA HAH.. HA HAH!

Aiyyo! Feel what I feel, see what I see son
Break your neck - secretly blown, talico style Doc
Trace the sketch - according to verbal recording hot
Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful! Cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmeceuticals
I react - the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam further
I serve the murder then beef it to ham-burger
* Redman skats, I can't follow it * but I'm only kidding
Knowin god damn well that's hard to spit
Fans call me mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hood
Everyday, wanna star? Check an astrologist
Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch
You know, papi chulo with the fucked up grammar
So much spanish ass, niggaz think I own Copa Cabana
Shot up Santa, got more tools than, Hanna Barbera, check it
The clues I left was hard for cops to Etch-a-Sketch it
Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (KLACK)
I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards
Fatal, duckin from pussy police in LeSables
Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel
High, Funk Doc, Roni Size keep the herb twistin
And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken
Ha ha.. alright one more time..
(c'mere baby)

Buck buck buck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch [x8]

It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck your back up
My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel
the rapture.