Redman

[fox69]

"I'll Bee Dat!"

"I'll Bee Dat!"


Yo, fuck you!
Yo, y-yo .. F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!
Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!
Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my Beema?
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga
Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga
They heard what that nigga say, "Puff puff pass motherfucker"
Yeah, "Puff puff pass motherfucker"

Yo.. yo yo, yo, yo..
Zim zeema, who got the key to my Beema?
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be high range Brick City
Watch how you sniff son I'm highly octane
All you hear is BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG
Yo, remember you bitch; shit, I forget my last name
It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf
Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot
With high, I take out any comp in the hood
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
get you steppin in your Air Max - BOUNCE!
You cockin it back but where dat? BOUNCE!
I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back

[Chorus]
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause every time I walk by
niggaz be like, "F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be He Ain't Shit
Cause every time I'm in a car
bitches be like, "He ain't shit!"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat

Yo nigga, yo yo nigga
I heard the party goin on in there - YEAH
Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - YEAH!
Soon as I walk in, dogs are barkin (ARF ARF ARF)
Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parkin
Startin arsons from, Jerz to
Arkan-sas me coughin out that dread apartment
Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up
Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella
I'm ghetto like DND, fuckin wit D
You be on Banned From TV Part III
in a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck
But I'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'
pounds total when I'm carryin the heat
Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets
Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then I bag his little piece, rockin the ice
Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night
(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it
Devil's Advocate hot, can take days to do it
My crew do drugs that Wayne Reed couldn't breathe
Dry me in the sun I'll amount to ten keys
Redboned I'm bonin, MC's be clonin
That's before Doc stretch and mornin yawnin!

[Chorus]

Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give
Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give

Yo, yo
If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla
It's four A.M., I'm off a tab and still a
world rap biller, push a big Benz
with a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna
I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine
On foot, shit, put rollerblades on
Mind your business, the nine with swiftness
I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness
I'm a "Everyday Nigga" like I'm Toyota
Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarta
Wrapped the puta, in a Hefty Two-Ply
(Yo he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah

[Chorus x2]

F-U-UCCCK YOUUUUU!

[Big Tigga from Rap City]
Yea yea yea yea yea
It's W Fuck All Y'all radio, ya man Big Tigga
I'll Be Dat, ya heard? Yo!
It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C.
All my niggaz strap the Timbs up
Get out the puffy coats and alla that
And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later
I'll be dere, heh.. I'll Be Dat!

 

[fox69]

"I'm A Bad"

"I'm A Bad"


I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
Cause my brain is twisted, so I cock the biscuit
Cause shit's thick, some say I'ma bastard of a swift bitch
negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro
To make you Fear me like Cape without Robert DeNiro
You big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me
You can't hear me then my record label didn't push me
I know I'm sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes
but if I wasn't bad, I wouldn't freak it in the line
But it don't seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter
I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
How does it feel with the face full of funk
with the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt
I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey
ass off then I just crush on the hush hush
So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter
Ask the brothers (why?) Cause I'm bad (word to mothers)

"I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" [x3]
"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" [x3]
"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"

Yo yo, check this out
This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers
Just to show y'all I do what the FUCK I wanna do
I want y'all to check this on the real
And yo, check this out

[fast bass beat drops in]
Shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it!
Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now?
Whattup now? Hahahahah

(Yo Red, c'mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)

Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out
Flexy I'm sexy when I'm standin in my drawers
If you can't check me when I'm rappin, put the tape on pause
And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man
Give me five on the backhand then stick
your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
cause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit
Since you're holding your breath, I hold my jewels
I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools
The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G
I been this way every since nine months
So get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause
my shit's more deep, than any tape from Enigma
The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash
Basic instinct - I'm a shoot us and they got blasted
much ass I kick, groove to the master mix
My song still pumps when it's not even mastered, bitch!
My shit's very chronic so rewind it
Cause it's like.. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!
Cause I'm a wild and crazy guy! No lie!
Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye
I'm bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin Hubbard
Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't
And if you still don't under-fuckin-stand where I'm comin from
Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from!

"I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" [x3]
"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" [x3]
"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"

 

[fox69]

"It's Like That (My Big Brother)"
(feat. K-Solo)

"It's Like That (My Big Brother)"
(feat. K-Solo)



Due to technical dificulties beyond our control
Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us

[K-Solo]
Erick Sermon, keep keep it on
Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on
K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on
Keep keep on, ya don't stop
Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
K-Solo, Redman, ya don't stop
Erick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don't stop

[K-Solo]
I X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off
cliffs grabbin their ass cheeks yellin GERONIMO
It ain't a problem at all when K solve
Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards
are charged, by my entourage, who put
the Ram in Dodge, bas cla in bumba claat
Maintain, few remain in the game
So I remain focused and pop's the main aim

[Redman]
Well it's the Funk Doctor Spock, the pon cock lyricist
My mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this shit
Biscuits be cockin back when I be comin
I guess they heard how I be takin MC's out by the hundreds
Wanted, for two million and a body alone
And use the microphone as my accomplice
Scientist, field-trippin, thinkin
What the fuck is this funky fungus that growed among us

[K-Solo]
Sprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too
But can't hang two, like we do
Fuck them, they better bow slow
This rhyme'll cold hit em, real quick cause I'm K-Solo
Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise
See what the better vet, could do, to you undouche
you three groups, four punkses at a time
I box two and knock em out at the drop of a dime

[Redman]
The long faced murderer
Servin over two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D's circular
Workin a, shifty hour like a burgular
My crew herbin ya, like we never even heard of ya
Odds are evens, that I'ma be the one creepin
My new niggaz check the flows of the major deacon
The bazaar, the rap non-superstar
When I step up I pump volume like rah

[K-Solo]
My afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees
So this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree
Vocabularies very, loquacious
And gregarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary
Fly word that we flip on the M-I-K-E mike
My crew be like, this style's hype
Wrong's the opposite forget the bullshhhh
To rhyme like the K-Solo, you need more than a soul kid

[Redman]
Come closer, while I lock it down like I'm supposed ta
You battle me, you won? You might of, but then you woke up
My turbulence will make peanut butter chunk up
Call me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker
Y'all niggaz is fools, playin with hood moves
You couldn't total my amount if you sung I Missed You
Dissed you dismissed you yeah I fixed you
Let your girl suck on the shit that I piss through

Haha... haha
Keep keep it on [x5]
Yo what we doin son?
Knockin niggaz the fuck out!!

 

[fox69]

"Iz He 4 Real"

"Iz He 4 Real"


yah word up
Hooooaa, haha
haaaaaa [Rock, Leflah Leflour Eshkoshkah:] ("Iz he for real he can't be")
yah word up
Haha, hooooaa
haaaaaa ("Iz he for real he can't be")
yah word up
Hoooooaa, iz he 4 real
haaaaaa ("Iz he for real he can't be")
Haha, unbeknown, unbelieved
Hoooooaa, haha
haaaaaa ("Iz he for real he can't be")

Somebody light the fuse so I can bring bad news
To all these crews who can't NBA Jam with the shoes
That double shot Hennesee got my mind trippin
Drunk enough to start a campaign on ass kickin
With my nigga Keith who give assists like Scott Pippen
For MC derelict whippin, cap or cock twistin
Drop your money in the slot if your block don't got
a real representer cocked for action like my block got
Rhyme skills three and a quarter for them drop tops
Your caliber, straight up pussy who pop glocks
While I kick facts react on funky tracks
Give me room like the Hyatt while I run this jungle habitat
And if I snap get that monkey off my back
Me and mikes together roll tighter than Slick and Vance Wright
Toast to the real MC's that can feel me
And if your bitch ain't jumpin now then later on she will be
All these weak punk MC's kill me
They don't feel me, come to Jersey get jacked like Jill G

Hooooo, haaaaa ("Iz he for real he can't be") [x4]

 

[fox69]

"J.U.M.P."
(feat. George Clinton)

"J.U.M.P."
(feat. George Clinton)



[George Clinton]
This is the story.. of pro-zen-xanthrapus
Pro-zen-ganthrapus..
Funky monkey.. nasty monkey.. gangster monkey..

[Redman]
Yo yo, yo, yo.. watch out!! I run New Jerz
Got blood on my wifebeater undershirt (look)
Hand to hand you bout half a gram
I'm a truckload, backin in, under dirt!
Lock on target, your wallet
Your chains I left stains up, gorilla paw prints
Sharp in garments, run out yo' apartment
Vampire, wear yo' garlic
I beef on the streets (gun jammin)
Y'all beef let's meat/meet like Subway sandwiches
You have no idea
Crackheads furnish your homes like Ikea, over here
Bricks, B-R, I, C-K
Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK's
Who's the one? D-O-C
Carryin clips for the agents in +The Matrix+
At the Mobil Awards on the podium
Cause in high school I hung with custodians
Batter-ram your door in
Fuck hot, I'm warpin, Doc torturin your Walkman

[Chorus: Redman]
Jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
Jump, get up, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
Jump, get up, jump, get up

[Redman]
Yo.. I put a dollar in my zipper
It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper
Back that thang up, same slut
Used to hang up, now she brain up
I'm like yo (yo) swallow it!
Dick new shit spit throat lozenges
When I'm off the hit [click-click]
Hire security to start joggin with, where your office is
I piss on it! Stamp Bricks on it
Take your street work, let your bitch pump it
I'm your next door tenant, that'll strip you down
'til your barefooted like Eric Bennett
Half my brain is still experimentin
Doc already gone before the X kick in
Yeah, I want my cut like G-Money
Stickin the Easter Bunny for sneaker money
Now how many muh'fuckers out there
is high make some noise (ahhhhhhhhhhh!)
I just tried (ahhh) see last night, had two bitches
Me last night, so I told them to..

[Chorus: Redman]
Jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up

[George Clinton]
The gorilla in the motherfuckin mix
They call him Lethal Lip
The linguistic full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic
Shootin off at the mouth without chap or a blister
He got hairs on his funk and didn't flunk diaper rash
Gorilla goin postal.. verbally toxic
Metal pierced forked and hollow point tongue
Dum-dums piled shot from gamblin gorilla gums
Hooked on phonics, packin a viscious vocabulary
Malicious with malice and mayhem
Fuck a gorilla dictionary, Magilla Gorilla talkin to ya
Yo-hoooooooo!
Sup Brick City? T.C., what it be like?
Yeahhh motherfucker!
You got thirty-five seconds to get yo' ass to the flo'

 

[fox69]

"Jam 4 U"

"Jam 4 U"


[inhales, starts coughing]
Yo, this is for motherfuckers - that talk that sellout shit

"I just want to jam for you" [x2]
"Ev-everybody get up!"
"I just want to jam for you" [x2]
"Get on up!"

"Get down, get down, on down.." like James Brown plus I get down
but for now I "Get on up!" rhythm and funk
makes you hump like Technotronic I'll make the Jam Pump
Strong to the finish when I freak the fly gimmick like
"Du-na-da-du-duh!" without eating my damn spinach
Cause when I'm on a roll, that's when Redman start
"to chill..." round off backflip cartwheel
"Ahhhhhh, you guessed it!" I know
when my afro grow that mean more rhymes to flow
But I continue, on the menu, and send you
on a jam that earthquakes the whole damn venue
It's like this, it's like that, I won't slack
I pack more steel than the cops pack blackjacks
Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm
When I sound off from here all the way to Hong Kong
Drop pound for pound to throwdown and strut
Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up!"

"I just want to jam for you" [x2]
"Ev-everybody get up!"
"I just want to jam for you" [x2]
"Get on up!"

Check this out here, let the rough cut cut your ear
Hit Squad's the crew I'm twenty-two and Beck's the beer
Float like Muhammad, roll-on like Secret
Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip
til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble
I sting like a bu-bee while the others bum-bumble
Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-ding
Extremely wild, like the hair on Don King
Cause I kick the mode to make your brain explode
It's the HUH, the funk, now I'm known around the globe
So buckle up, hush up, while I freak the funk to get down
with the sound, grab my bozack then I freeze now...
... on your mark, get ready, get set, let's go
with the flow to jet like Delta, or Jesse O.
Whiz with the bends I clean my front lens
with a system, that knocks harder than Rin-Tin-Tin
Without question, I'm flexy when I'm sexin
Wicked when I Kick It like A Tribe Called Quest-in
The rude Redman rip backbones and hips to bits
then split ya from your wrist to your armpits
But true indeed, since pop's dropped the seed
I knew I'd be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds
Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket
That's dum dum dollars, and yes Redman love it
Pound for pound, I throw down to make ya strut
Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up!"

"I just want to jam for you" [x2]
"Ev-everybody get up!"
"I just want to jam for you" [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Jersey Yo!"

"Jersey Yo!"


Yo yo yo
Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
Ha ha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?"
Ha ha, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz in The Bricks get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz out in Brooklyn get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz all Uptown get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz out in Queens get smoked a lot

Yo, yo yo
I smoke your buddha to the last drop like I was Maxwell
If blunts came in degrees, call me a blackbelt
I'm worldwide chinky, [?] dog with chrome inkies
Chicken ridin shottie and she boost ALL her dickie
This is your brain, this is my tape on drugs
If your lame ass can't feel it, then your cord unplugged
PPP smoked your weed, ain't nobody around
You just got clowned for a whole half a pound, check it out, now
I do a lot of stupid shit when I be smokin
One time I left my truck runnin in Brooklyn WIDE OPEN
I forget who I call, ask for Nia (R - "Hello, can I talk to Nia?")
and it's Tonya (G - "NIA?!", R - "Oh shit!")
Click over (R - "Whassup bitch?".. "Oh, hi momma!")
Yo, when I'm on stage rhymin I forget what state that I'm in
The bitches numbers I lost, my Baby Momma find em
I played the lottery, forty million that day
I probably won the motherfucker but I forgot that I played!

Yo yo yo
Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
Ha ha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?"
Hah, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz up in Cali get smoked a lot
All them niggaz in Atlanta get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Virginia get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Rhode Island get smoked a lot

Aiyyo-yo, yo
When I get high I start throwin water in the crowd
Battle MC's off the top, slaughterin a child
Detroit call it Ganz, Miami call it Krip
No matter what you call it, it be peelin back my shit!
Aiyyo Cali niggaz got Bomb - that same Bomb
made me forget my momma's birthday and it's tattoed on my arm
I misplace my Lex keys everytime I be zee'd up
I was caught puttin Christmas trees up, and it was Easter!
Do y'all motherfuckers feel high tonight?
Knowin y'all niggaz shouldn't drive tonight?
Yo, however the plan go, close the Caravan do'
So we can all dye and get high off of secondhand smoke
Brick City got the Pep, empty out your Black N' Milds
Smokin the L with Doc earn Frequent Flyin Miles
I flew around the planet with my weed tucked in
I need to go to E.O. rehab, and sign my stankin ass in!

Yo yo YO!
Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
Ah-hah, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?"
Yo, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz in The Bronx get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz up in Yonkers get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Chi-Town get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Detroit get smoked a lot
Lot, lot, lot, lot
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo.. motherfucker
Don't fuck around in The Bricks motherfucker
Rats'll whoop your ass over there motherfucker
Nigga got so much Backyard Boogie over there
the seeds'll kill you motherfucker, yeah!
Chickenheads'll rob you over there motherfucker
Sucker ass motherfucker
Get the fuck on out of here
Yo light that shit here!

(We gon' take you out, on W Fuck All Y'all radio)

 

[fox69]

"Journey Throo Da Darkside"

"Journey Throo Da Darkside"


[explosion]
Woo-woo-wowowowooo!
Lord hi-gher
Could somebody, turn on, da lights
Somebody, turn on, da lights
[coughing]
The darkside! Yessss...

[Verse One: Redman]

Guess who's back when I bring funk like Zapp
All aboard motherfuckers! While your brains get jacked
I'm souped like two scoops of funk juice, word to mother
The way I kick you swear that Jim Kelly was in this motherfucker
The darkside brings apartheid
I act wild like them niggaz from Chi-Town on the Southside
Sweeter than this, whoopin niggaz down like Jack Nich
when I backflip my tactic graphics
Ooooooh! Redman jams it in
Due to difficulties I won't be done by ten
Friend I got bust shots out the twelve Benz
And then we get the bam-ba-zee from one-ten
Or is it further up? Plus my style murder ducks
So what the fuck, you got the mic turned up fo'?
When I Chief Rock underground MC's drop like sheet rock
Here's a ride to the underground

[Chorus: x2]

To the beat y'all...
Ah to the beat y'all, I do the freak y'all
I keep the buddha to last me through the week y'all

[Verse Two: Redman]

Come take a trip on my cosmic movie boogie flicks
Far beyond space so niggaz say your grace
It's a True Lie that I bring drama like Schwarzeneggar
When a baby, I had other babies in labor catchin vapors
With two gats I move like too fast like Paxton
Ask Toni Braxton who got seven days of action
Black stars or moons eclipse the volume
Bang zoom I'm sendin honies on the moon with ten bags of boom
Ridiculously I will pimp an MC
To degrees I leave spots like chicken pox, check the synopsis
I grow confusing just like Rubik's cube boxes
Float like the butter, fly so what if I
blow your lenses, tear the fuckin hinges
Did I mention that my lyrical format gets more ahs than a dentist
When I'm in this, the knotty-headed era causes terror
Y'all gimmick motherfuckers better get y'all shit together
One for the money and two for my peeps
Nynex can't even reach my technique or rap sheets
For the Squad I lick two shots word to God
Then take y'all dreams and imaginations
To the darkside

 

[fox69]

"Keep It Real (Tell Me)"
(feat. Musiq)

"Keep It Real (Tell Me)"
(feat. Musiq)



[Musiq] Ayyy, motherfucker..
[Noble] Yo, Funk Doc, my man Musiq, check it out (AOWWW!)

[Redman]
It's the Doctor Bombay, da yellow hombre
Spotted like Kwame for smackin a blind date for scratchin my Hyundai
It's Doc way - don't like it, then move on
The bullshitter push a Yukon with bullhorns
Arguin - what the fuck we doin?
Starin eye to eye like, who the fuck we screwin?
Here take these nickel bags and deduct your doin
With Knicks I can't ball so who snuck me Ewing?
No ice with no blue and, tires with no shoe and
Cribs with no boo in, pockets like I'm Jewish
Tight, I'm an Aries born in April
That means my attitude is I'm born to hate you
Now let's get it gritty
I'll doggystyle while you watching "Sex and the City"
My palms on your tittie
I'll bomb yo' committee, if y'all MIDI
I treat your girl like spades and walk off with the kitty
Kitty, kitty..

[Musiq]
Tell me why, when I, saw you the, other day
You spoke to me as if I was your best friend or sum'
But when today I tried to say whassup and you walked on by
You had nothin to say to me then
Now how come when I be seein, youuuu chillin
Allllll byyyyy yourself
Youuu, always actin like you know me
And act like you don't when you're around someone work on my nerves

Ohh tell me what is on your mind tell me, what you wanna do
Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you
Because, people like you really without them I can do
All youuuu, fake frontin motherfuckers

Sometimes, I can't even understand why you'd even
bother to pass my way no
Cause, dealin with you kinda makes me wonder
exactly whereeee yeah does my time go (and noooooo, no)
I can't believe the things that you be doin for me
Knowin in yo' heart you don't really mean to, nooo
Why ya, tryin to get over with yo' shuckin and jivin
When the, only person gettin hurt is youuuu, ohhhh

What is on yo' mind, tell me what you wanna do
Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you
Because, people like you really without them I can do
All youuuu, fake frontin motherfuckers

[Redman]
Nah nah nah nah girl you wrong, you wrong, no no no
Almost from the door you ain't shit
I want the bracelet, the necklace, the anklet
That foot spa with the nail and toe paint kit
That half a pound I loaned your pops he ain't flip
That itch your boyfriend keeps Gaultier sniff, y'all good together
When y'all tongue kiss y'all suckin my wood together
Fallin in love, I won't do it; cause some of these women
THEIR CLOTHES LOOK SOOOOOO GOOD, but they act stupid

[Musiq]
Next time, that you see me, walkin down the street
Don't even bother to speak, don't even bother, nooo
Cause - if it ain't genuine then ah, don't waste my time
Cause um - I can't deal if you can't, keep it real

What is on yo' mind, tell me what you wanna do
Tell me, how you feel about me so I know how to deal with you
Because, people like you really without them I can do
All youuuu, fake frontin motherfuckers
All youuuu, fake frontin motherfuckers
All youuuu, fake frontin motherfuckers
All youuuu..

[scatting and ad libbing to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Keep On '99"
(feat. Erick Sermon)

"Keep On '99"
(feat. Erick Sermon)



[Intro: Dave Rockin' Reel]

It's about 40 degrees out there
I know all you out there listenin to these sounds
humpin and a bumpin out in your Jeeps
Well, ahh.. you tell em Moe [fart sound]
That's right, and right now, we're gonna hit you off
with one from Redman, and uhh, it's about uhh
Well.. OOH OOH AHH AHH, he's gon', LET THE MONKEY OUT

[Redman]
Ha, Chi-Town in it
Yo, yo-y-yo-yo
Now first of all I be the Doc smokin blocks of hash
Alert your fag ass commisioner when I harass because
hood regulation is, no infiltration
If it's hot to your crew, then it's hot to the next patient
I'm in The Bricks like backspins on the mix
I'm not a playa, but y'all hatin me like I'm a pimp
These cars y'all talk about, the Doc already whipped
You bout to go downtown bitch, like Tha Shiznit
Overseas bangin cot in the parkin lot
I'm overdosin in a Amsterdam coffee shop
And when you lust for hardcore music to bust
Trust that nigga who bubble mo' than Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus
Static, niggaz actin all dramatic
I'd rather smoke cabbage, in the chair gettin tatted
My P.O. tried to violate me for the habit
because I walked in the office rockin straight karats

[Chorus]
Gonna ride in the hoop' with a freak tonight
Hope to God I don't have to pull the heat tonight
But uhh, light up a L cause I'm a nigga fo' life
Hustlers, got the shit that'll keep you high!
[N.W.A. sample from 'She Swallowed It']
"Gently place the balls, into the mouth, and .. HUMMMMM" [x2]

[Redman]
Yo, I'm in your local ghetto rollin a Corona Deluxe
Bitch you better hit the 40, fuck a margarita!
Shit I still scam change out the parkin meter
And get a bunch of pussies wet overfloodin peanuts
Yes, smoke a quarter-sacks, hut one two
My cerebral will keep the white boys sniffin glue
Hotter than Champagne Rump Shaker Part II
Get dap like the Mad Rapper, "Who da fuck are you?"
The Loaded Desperado, I'm cooler than Rollo
(Aiyyo, what you hittin Doc?) I'm hittin hoes up in the Tahoe
Gettin chickens fightin in the back of the Apollo
Say, "Fuck dat!" if I'm a tough act to follow
("Fuck dat!!!") Disagree I bring the beef gyro
Only right I spiral the hot shit that I know

[E Double]
Then buy a six shot Eclipse with plastic grips

[Redman]
And get a gangsta bitch who love robbin shit!

[Chorus]

[Redman]
It don't stop y'all, it don't stop nigga
You don't stop y'all, it don't stop nigga
I turn an independent woman back into a HOOCHIE
Make a Jew rock a Dashiki and a KUFI

[E Double]
I be the, Nutty Professor, style aggressor
Put rappers under pressure, with no cooker

[Redman]
Rock it to a T. like Booker, you're straight shook up
I can't hang with pussy niggaz who be scared as hell to push up
Too much money and, not enough time
It be, too many thugs and not enough nines
Hey hoe, here come five-oh, stash the blow
Stop suckin on my dick and slide on your Kenneth Coles

[E Double]
And everytime we look around them niggaz on my block

[Redman]
Aiyyo them Def Squad motherfuckers keeps it hot

[Chorus x2]

"HUMMMMM" [x2]