Lady On Intercom:
Ladies and Gentleman we'll be landing in about 20 minutes, ascending into Kennedy Airport. The time is 5:20 am and were a little bit early this evening. The weather in New York is 55 degrees and there is a light rain falling. Thank you so much for flying with us, I hope you has a pleasent flight. We'll be coming around and collecting your blankets and headphones. So please fasten your seatbelts and store your carry on luggage in the seat beneath your...ass (laughs).
Stewardess:
Sir can you please fasten your seatbelt were preparing for landing.
Redman:
Aight, Imma do it right now I just gotta get something out of this bag.
Stewardess:
Sir can you please put your seat in the upright position and store your tray table away.
Redman:
Alright hold on I told you imma do it right in one minute I just got to get something out of this bag.
Stewardess:
Sir can you please turn off that walkmen I've been telling you this intire flight it's against federal regulations to use a walk
Redman:
Hold on, hold on, hold on, I ain't trying to hear that, listen I told you i was going to do it in one minute, your starting to get on my fucking nerves, get the fuck outta here aight.
Stewardess:
Sir is there a problem?
Redman:
*sighs* Yeah there's a problem.
Stewardess:
Do I have to alert the captain?
Redman:
Yeah...alert your Captain this (gun cocks)Get the fuck over here!
(stewardess screams) come here (stewardess still screaming)Take me to the fucking captain!
(door opens, stewardess still screaming)
Who's in charge here?
Captain:
I am
(Gun Fires)
Redman:
I said who's in charge here?
Co-Pilot:
Uh, you are.
Redman:
Alright then, now turn this mutherfucker around!
Redman talking on intercom:
Is this shit on?...Ladies and Gentlemen this is your captain speaking. This is a muther-fucking stickup. We'll be cruzing at an altitude of 30,000 feet. I want your wallet, your cash, your jewels, your rings, baby rings, mutherfucking shoes, sneakers, socks, I want the credit cards the welfare cards I even want your fucking freaking flyer mouse. I'm telling you the first mutherfucker to move is gonna catch this mutherfucker. Now send the bag around....Thank you.
(people start screaming)
Redman:
Mutherfucker didn't I say don't move
(gun fires 4 time)
(Plane starts falling)
(people still screaming)
[Redman]
What you know about it? (4X)
A what you know about it?
Yo.. get it right from jump
Doc tapin on debate for months
I got zits on your face that can't wait to bump
Boogie Down to the point I barricade the Bronx
Papi spins the rhymes through your opti lens check it
It's five below my brain is cold
Runny nose evey time Doc exchange a blow
My street team snipe the block up like Rob Lowe
Bodega liquor store, I'm dead in the window
PPP symbol got FBI on lookout
Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
I woof out, son you better buckle in
I write the madness, got ink foamin at the pen
I tear a ligament when I spit it in the wind
I got so much game I can Con Edison
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone put a sock in your mouth, let da monkey out
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
Y'all motherfuckers ain't ready
Is Redman in the house? (One time)
Form a line, jack ya, then pawn the shine
Stay there, runnin with more kids than daycare
One shot prove it ain't nuttin but weight here
When he lands flat I'm the minivan
with Lil' Cease, runnin cities like Geechie Dan
When Richie Cunningham was O.P. I was low-key
Airing niggaz that was more square than my gold teeth
My appetite for destruction is to hustle
All the cottonmouth'll turnbuckle when I rustle
Mr. Tough Guy on the side, I fuck him up too
Slam him, when I bark I marked his Buchanan
Yo, New York niggaz in the house?
Yo yo yo.. is Jersey niggaz in the house?
Yo yo, I hold fort with a quart of Olde E from Newark
I tell lies under oath if it please the court
Supreme force, in the swamps with the green moss
Bug repellant suit, bustin machines off
I'm deadly roamin with the forty-four blazin in
No negotiator, yo not even Chris Sabien
can save your life -- Doc'll creep in the house
Yo cut the phones, put a sock in your mouth
Let da monkey out
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out..
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out.. yo
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
Yo, haha, 199motherfuckin9 niggaz
Brick City comin thru
If you don't know this is Dr. Trevis
Ain't shit changed motherfucker
Pack your own heat, supply your own motherfuckin ammo nigga
PPP comin thru, this is Dr. Trevis
Bitch asses
(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..)
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, Repeat 2X
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...
Damn, ladies and gentlemen
I got a secret
(What's that?)
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
(Come here baby)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo huh
Yea yo yea, 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 Grass with double chrome forty-fours
Full up plates, 'cause someone I'm ready to take yours
Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin'
Hyperventilation, you're talk of the town like date raping
Call me the Doc Caucasians spot, The Beatles
Malfunction in the S L board without the E Q
Fuck, fuck, fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck, buck, buck soufle 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
Ai yo! Do what I feel what I feel, see what I see son
Break your neck secretly blown, tali co style doc
Trace the sketch according to verbal recordin' hot
Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals
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 hamburger
I'm only kidding
Knowin' godamn 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 soufle 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 Barbara, 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 licence hit the hazards
Fatal, duck in' 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
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 popping 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
Rocking, hoe hopping, bumping Lil' Kim shit!
Ay yo, niggas popping shit Red - "I Don't Kare"
Bitches say you don't got money - I Don't Kare
Yo nigga say he nicer than you - I Don't Kare
I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out (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 (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 bugging,
Shit, I should be four mil' and better for that shit I'm unplugging
Doc rocked every corridor in Florida
Watch the formula pour sucker absorb it up
And while you foaming 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-O 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 the block, BLAOW, all chicks I turn 'em out
Send their boyfriends back home, taking 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 saying, "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 double XL!
Yo niggaz say you ain't shit - I Don't Kare
Yo bitches say you broke as fuck - I Don't Kare
Nigga say he better than you - I Don't Kare
I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out (I don't care!)
Yo yo, he got a lot of fucking 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 (I don't care!)I Don't Kare
I'm Knockin Somebody Right the Fuck Out (I don't care!)I Don't Kare
Artist: Redman
Album: Ill at Will Mixtape Vol. 1
Song: I C Dead People
Typed by: soun042564
yahoo.com
[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 2X]
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 2X]
[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 4X]
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind that explore
MC's then blow em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemploy nigga
I should own a fly bitch house and a Benz
But I got chickenheads criminals and broke friends
that love to get in, keep the seventeen spinnin
Pull out from my jaw linin, commence to split end
Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture
Cause when I'm shittin niggaz hit mo decks than a skipper
Mr and Mrs Howe, MaryAnne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigger
waters out I got orders to kill em softly
I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me
Who's the Boss G you better radio the walkie talkie
For the Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me
Got a big dick and your bitch click
When I flip this I got more work than a olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track
Milkier than Similak when I'm next up to bat
( quot;Redman is on the mic and I'ma... quot;
quot;Dope motherfucker, yeah, you best ax somebody quot; -- Snoop)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop -- Sermon 8X)
Fuck the talk I walk whatever I claim to do
Knock a mule on her ass and turn her pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if your Fighter was Virtua
I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots
It's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate
It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
Deaths by far, my rap repatoire
be the art of murderin makin it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your baby mama
Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here
Male groupies gettin shaky when I come from the rear
Hah, that get on your nerve neighbor that play the
music loud as fuck three in the mornin off a paper
With mad Zul in the L-S-C
In the downtown area, scannin the perimeter
All my boos with the open toed shoes
If you ain't gettin that pussy eaten right, let me show you
Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox said
Ain't No Nigga like the -- Funk Doctor Spock G
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop -- Sermon 4X)
As I dive into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin loud
Who da fuck runnin off at dey mouf
I let my nigga Fifty Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin bout pourin out Cristal
and Dom P they better stick to Sade
Blackin out whylin, smackin out weaves
Break niggaz cheap ass chains and medallions
You're just a part time sucker in the game
Shit is real motherfucker start namin names
And if you name my name I whoop ass like Steven Seagal
Give you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin train
Let your brains hang from the 808 bang
And if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to blame
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop -- Erick Sermon 12X then fades)
We'll be right back with some more funk shit
for all you stankin asses after we pay these bills
Intro:
Eeeyeahh
Wuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches
and you punk ass niggaz out there
I'm talkin to you live from WFDS
We're From the DarkSide radio
It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker
But the funk just don't stop
As we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on another journey
To the darkside...
Verse One:
Wuditlooklike When I wipe off my sweat
Verbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness
To the best of my ability I rock any facility
And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries
I'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies
When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes
Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed
Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!!
I'm saggin my.... Karl Kani...
and Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I.
Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf
Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E.
But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class
Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class
PPP, got the glocks and techs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
Chorus: repeat 4X
I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Verse Two:
A-hem...
The Funk Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box
I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops
Because (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular)
Rock six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta)
Knew my style got more powers than Cocoon
Zoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin
When I'm vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect
Verbal communications blow to the next ep
I'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical
Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules
Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta
Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up
The boogie verbalist, vocalist
I get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloist
My style reachin down like Ike, switch up like dykes and
You'll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike
Chorus
Verse Three:
Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers
Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no love cuz
They think I'm crazy and like mentally sick
Ahhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I
Smoke a pound of herb a day, and yo
Some bitches say, I'm the Mack like Maceo
I don't be that I just beez the funk disease
that leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed
The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous
Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through
That other shit, makes them other ship, flip
funk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics
A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I from
Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump
And that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks
I bust off the glock for the hood and the block
Chorus
*woman moans*
[E Dub] Microphone check one two
Aiyyo, you ready to get down man
[Red] Yo, whateva man
[E Dub] You ready to get drunk as fuck
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] You, you sayin somethin
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] Aiyyo
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] Check it, Kool V
(I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin
Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)
Verse One: Redman, Sermon
Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from commercial
(So what cha mean nigga)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out [it's like that] no doubt
From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks
Aiyyo, can I be SWV
You the One nigga
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggaz front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted
Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin
So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin
Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician
of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in
But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin
I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches
that's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog
(Can you hit it from the back) Why not, while we toke on this
*woman moaning* (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)
[Sermon and Red harmonizing]
[Red] Yo, you ready to roll this weed up
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to knock this nigga out
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] Yo, you ready to get this chedda
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to start this shit off
[E Dub] Whateva man
Verse Two: Redman
I smoked with a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it
You know the weed slang Yeah boy I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes
Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher
[Red] You ready to roll this weed up
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to rob this niga
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to fuck bitch
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to guzzle this liquor
[E Dub] Whateva man
(E Dub harmonizing again)
It goes one for the mind and two for the money
Who dat wit skull tattooes and his nose runny
It's me, that funky MC, the Rrr-ah E
Indubitably, I'm Jersey down to Mitentry
Officer, you're hawkin the, ninety-three Landcruise
When it's real criminals, you should be watchin for
Get off my dick for what you don't got
Plus you probably never licked a shot on your block
Walkin to my car witcha nine out the holster
Put your hands on the steering wheel like ya sposed ta
I cooperate don't give the redneck no hassle
Because too many mistakes be happening to black folk
I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
Hah hah, leave ya butt naked...
I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the cop is riffin
Damn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-in
But it's alright cause me and my niggaz roll tight
We all think alike, we jump out whoever packin pipe
Don't they know who's the freak from the East?
I get faded like Chong and Cheech without bleach
And started spittin game 'fore these cops start to reach
on these creeps, showin mentality from the streets
Even though we had a half a pound by the seats
My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat
Since one cop was white the otha was a brotha
I pulled out my tape and front page of the cover
of The Source, told him me and Janet's on tour
Broke it down to who's my boss and who I rap for
Plus them niggaz, EPMD
Put me D, now I'm runnin with the Green Eyed B
A-N-D-I-T, and Def Squad camp
Here's your Def Jam tickets and your autograph
Now haul ass, I got a meetin bout seven
Basically I'm saying bye bye like Guy
My license, been suspended, for about five years
The system got my ass in the jam
Can't even ride to see my fam in Alabam'
I get petrified everytime I see the man throw the lights on (woop woop)
The mic's on so I stress it
Shit I'm haulin ass before I start undressin
Niggaz on they knees with they hands on the top of the
heads while the Feds crack jokes with the glock in ya
Don't get me wrong I know a lot of cool cops
That'd let me go if I had two glocks and oowops
But, I don't, so, I keeps it, real
The five hundred series with deep dish peels
Quick, my bitch, stash, two clips, between two her tits
before the cops fuck with the Rrr-ah
I'm a nigga of today a nigga of tomorrow, beyotch!
To my people in Kentucky rock rock on word is bond
Newark New Jersey rock rock on word is bond
Atlanta Georgia rock rock on word is bond
Connecticut rock rock on word is bond
To my people up in Queens rock rock on word is bond
Bri-donx in the house rock rock on word is bond
Virginia's in this bitch rock rock on word is bond
San Francisco rock rock on word is bond
featuring Method Man
[Method Man]
Hydro... indo... (buddha!)
Hah... cocoa... yo ya ya yo!
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (jenny)
I need some cut (lady lady)
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo one bitten jabberjaws tryin to taste the
paper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz
find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
that can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*
[Redman]
Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me?
(Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two
The ill MC step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high..
(So high..) so high.. so high..
[Method Man]
Air it out
Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut
slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck
like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola
Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather
[Redman]
Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn
Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling
Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin
Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!
[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[R] Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Hot Nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)
[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)
[Redman]
Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn'
for the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on
Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on
[Method Man]
Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen
Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin
So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt
MC, with a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? (The field nigga!)
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA.. Sharp, and hazardous
Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these
black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
they come with batteries included, in wicked ways
[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[R] Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)
[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)
cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...
* fades in and out before end *
Redman:
Haha welcome to Tha Bricks the city where tha rats will whoop your mutherfucking ass nigga! Yo, during tha day mutherfuckers work out here just like anybody to make ends meet ya know. Wether it's fast food or transportation, sneaker store, doing hair or straight up stripping, we gotta get tha cash we gotta get the mutherfucking doe! Brick City is an industrial city, a cold city, a heartless city. A lot of kids grow up here man wanting to be somebody ya know? George Clinton called us the chocolate city 90% black and sugar free. Lot of famous people from tha bricks baby better do your homework and check it out, ya know. I love tha bricks yo, ya ask me on a nice day you can shine your car up, joy ride through tha hood, hit a cook out, pool party, whatever. Straight up getting your swerve on wether bitch or nigga yeah daytimes tha shit out here in tha bricks boy, I love it but when night time comes... tha monkeys come out... Crackheads, hustlers, chickens, carjackers, theives, hoes, all these mutherfuckers come out when the lights go out. Don't matter how large your crew is, don't matter what city your stinkin ass is representin', don't give a fuck how much money you got nigga, you come to tha bricks you easy prey for a mutherfucker to dig in them pockets, yeah i see you mutherfucker! Yeah we all see you mutherfucker!!! OH NO NOT THEM! YEAH WE BACK!
(DJ SAYWHAT)
Our phone are open for all you high motherfuckers
At 1-800-DIKINYABOOTY
[Redman] Welcome
That's 1-800-dick-in-ya-boo-tay!!
[Redman] Welcome
*ringing phone is answered*
Aiyyo this is Mad Duke callin from Da Bricks
I'm on the block with Uncle Quilly and Leroy Sweetdick
gettin my smoke on, for you onionhead motherfuckers
Hi this K-Spark from the Al Parks, dammmn!
Welcome to another nineteen ninety-six Funk Doctor Spock tape
As we take y'all minds on another journey, through the darkside
We uplift you! Def Squad force comin through with the ruckus
Jammin for all knotty-headed peasy motherfuckers, ahh
And for funky bitches, we got a funky thing for you
I said I gets down like that, who am I (Funk Doctor)
(as I kiss the sky)
I said I gets down like that, who am I (Funk Doctor)
(as I kiss the sky)
Bomb troll, funkier than Haitian underarms
Represent Jersey, the land of firearms
Hotwired cars, emptying cigars
Afros, mofo's, on knees with momo's
It's nasty as I come my shit be douche
I used to be the chief instructor for Bruce
Choose your weapon -- A FATALITY
Line your crew up now -- BABALITY
In nineteen ninety-six bitch ass niggaz all in my mix
On some rah rah shit, get my rah rah dick!
Nuts alert, first sound de alarm on de expert
My network, operate sharper than a Gilette works
Off the corner style Blinds in Knightening Armor
About more Facts of Life than Tudy or Blair Warner
Chi-Town where you at (we got your back)
D.C. where you at (we got your back)
My crew Come Strapped like MC Eiht with nickel plates
Gettin mad Dead Presidents ask Lorenzo Tate
Ahh, gettin loot rollin craps in the yard
Can't be scarred by media, SO FUCK THE MEDIA
Most MC's are terrible, unbearable
Couldn't get stupid if you were sliced cerebral
Ahh no need to... act like he's shittin
Man you're funnier than Ed Griffith, it's Red's kitchen
My infrared's missin, damn I'm slippin
I'm out of ammo, yo Crossbreed, stick the clip in
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Watch out
Ge, yeah, as we take a journey to the dark side
Watch out
From hell and beyond the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed
Watch out
A new ever, if you don't know your bitch ass better
Watch out
Axe somebody, shoot 'em up
The Hurricane G is live and in color
Watch out
We run you motherfuckers
The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color
Watch out
We run you motherfuckers
Puffin' mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch
And a nigga, cause niggaz and bitches ain't shit
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Dr. Travis
Watch out
Is in the motherfuckin' house
With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass
Watch out
Yeah
The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk
(Hoo-ha, wild like Shaolin' monks)
Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, Flat bush
You wuss, you can't push push in the bush
Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond
Where the bomb grows on palms and bags labeled Cheech and Chong
The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna
Then I rock jams like Santana, I move MC's like niggaz
Move keys uptown, red and Hurricane G, so how you like us now?
Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah
Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah
Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah
Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah
(Hurricane G hit 'em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
So I holds back what you took, I take my funk and my religion serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
'Cause I'm furious
How dare you motherfuckers, forget about the ultimate funk,bitch nigga
I got your wicked witch with a switch motherfucker
Fuck you and your crew, so what nigga, is it you wanna do?
In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches
For the real trick deez who can dig it
'Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the back
The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack Buddha
On the rhyme since eighty-nine
It's all in your mind but what's yours is mine
Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes
Now it ain't a nigga who could hang
Or pop yang, about a motherfuckin' thang
And uh, fuck any bitch who can't hang
I'm representin' bitches universal, it go, one for the biz, on the bizness
Which y'all blesses with God's blessings, do you see?
Hurricane and Redman original steel, Latin Queens in the house
So nigga swing it over here on these big fat tits
(Titties, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block
I'm walkin' through the sewer with manure on my socks
Your style, I freaked it when I was a child
So you talkin' that baby talk like, who's talkin' now?
Verbally I crush, brains erupt
Blow your focus, like you sniffin' angel dust
Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a cock sucker
And 'cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherfuckers
Every verse every word I preach
Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see
Gimme that funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk beat
I light a blunt for niggaz up in sing sing
I do it to death, style is funk that's fresh
Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contest
And I'm hotter, than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas
I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds
And I'm as eager, as nigga wantin' my shit to dub
'Cause my shit be bangin' like the Crips and Bloods
Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots
I sky walk the planet like my code name was Luke
From the dark side, I'm from the dark side Pahsky walk
I'm above the law like Steven Segall
Motherfucker
Watch out
Ha, ha, ha, ha, we take you to the dark side
Come travel
Watch out
On our metaphoric futuristic type shit
As we blow your brains like spliffs
Watch out
Dr. Travis is outta here
For the nine-fo' you stank bitch
Watch out
Yeah
featuring Erick Sermon
"When I come around homeboy watch yo nuggets" > Sermon from Rampage on
EPMD's _Business as Usual_
(repeat 4X)
Verse One: Erick Sermon
Chill and relax I'm back in effect
Yes I'm Erick Sermon with a brand new cassette
Deaths turned spoiled rich like top soil
Still loyal still the MC Grand Royal
I'm still dope I'm still no joke
I'm don't care I'm still wild like Tone Loc
I'm swift, a.k.a. a black stallion
Fat herringbone, with no medallion
Hello, I still got the same funk flow and yo
I still get busy like Arsenio
When I rock I need all the girls with me
So I can be their baby tonight, like Whitney
Houston, producin a style that make a smile
To make you say, "Ooooohh chilllld!"
Bust the steps, the picture, frame it
Hall of fame it hang it so no one can claim it
I rule from my style from the Boondox
Now my shit pumps in the boombox
Yo Red, my ears are ringin
*sings* Heyyyyy, Erick Serrrmon! Heyyyayyyy!
Uhh, rock the mic honey I love the way you sway
Plus you have the crotch to drive me crazy
I'm replyin rude ("slow down baby" -- LL Cool J)
I'm ill, smooth as Johnny Gill
Gill, my my my, I pack steel
So back off softie, here's a ice cream cone
Put down the microphone
Thank you, right about now I'm through
I'm ghost like Casper... see you!
"When I come around homeboy watch yo nuggets" (repeat 4X)
Verse Two: Redman
Funky fresh in the flesh, the Sooperman grand slams a new twist
Scoop this, Redman is milk like two tits
I stay, freshly dipped with the nine
and a clip on my hip, moneygrip, no bullshit
I tic-tac on small cracks I'm all that to fall black
My jaw snap with raps so umm, get the balls Jack
Flavor like Flav, plus I'm well paid
Own a maid with a plaid, mack daddy of the decade
At a slow rate, I sparkly like Colgate
My dick's name machete, I stab much hoe-cake
I don't have a car, but own a pair of Reeboks
It gets me where I'm going, until my damn feet stops
On and on like a switch, bust the mix
Jammm, OOPS! I turn up the pitch
To make me boom to zoom with the tune
To make the cow jump back over the moon
It's Reggie Noble, yeahhh, I'm feelin kinda so-so
I dog you like Toto, make Rudolph nose blow
Funk out of site with the type of hype
to make you say umm, a dy-no-mite!!
Chiller, chiller than the Ice on Vanilla
I kill more kills than the quils from Tequila
I'm down with the green eyed brother named Erick
Charlie how you rate this? (Hmm, jam like Bo Derek)
I'm deeper than a valley, peace to Cool V and Sally
PMD, my man Solo, and I'm auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudi...
"When I come around homeboy watch yo nuggets" (repeat 7X)
"When I come around homeboy watch yo nuggets
A master of the beatdown, my style's rugged..."
[Redman]
Mic check I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue let my mic take a cruise
around the planet pack em in like Janet
Jackson she's askin if I can slam it
I'm....
[Hurricane G]
Yo yo Redman! Man what the FUCK man?
Get the FUCK off that.. punk smoov shit man!
Get with that ROUGH shit man you know how we do!
[Redman]
Mic check I walk around the streets with a black tech nine
by the waistline, kickin the hype shit
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But hafta, show them motherfuckers what I'm after
I'm after the gold, then after that the platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat son
Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name?
It's the Redman on the funk thang
Psyche, you're motherfuckin right, tonight's the night
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
The work perfected, when the funk been ejected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don't front
on the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stomped
I'm not a addict, more like Puff than Magic
Then pass it when I'm through cause my crew gots to have it
I don't claim to be a big rap star
cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin
Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggaz ain't playin
Fat black bitch! Nasty..
bush bear, booga breath bitch
Nasty, talk to your tits bitch
with them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin ass..
Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker!
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the smoov shit, I get down wit the boom bip
like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoe's kick
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike'n'Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggaz, my niggaz
The {Pack Pistol Posse} keep they fingers on the triggers
I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highway
Blunt system pumps cause it's Friday
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
cause, we can do that black, so get the bozack jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Like cursin out my window at a bitch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
and watch the ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP, make ya speakers pop
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
jump, jump, jump.. jump, jump, jump
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
cool romantic, more Slick=er than my man Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smoov shit
cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run
Nasty fuckin greenthumb Jolly Green niggaz
Tango mango, pickin havin ass
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin
Jack of Spades, boots havin
Tony Danza, shoes wearin ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
You...
Yo, fuck that, yo turn this shit off man
Turn this shit off, G
Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?
Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy
Word is bond, word is me
Smokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and
Check it out, whatcha want and
Go on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang
Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy
Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks
I'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks
So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can
*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim HELL NO
Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back
Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany
Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit
Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit
Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch
the clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit
So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy
I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis
Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes
Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth
Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite
The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right
I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight
Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted
Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which
makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh
So on and on and let me kick the rab
That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass
You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys
Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys
Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body
For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...
..ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school
I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu
Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets
Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes
Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper
I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz
I kill like that, plus I roll like that
I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that
BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja
Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out
Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute
the loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block
Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock
Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity
Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on
Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care
And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva
Let me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah!
Oh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats
Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks
Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it
Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it
She wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass
And lickin ya down to your clitoris
Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this
Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked
Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!
Baby, cause I'm famous!
Nope, I didn't mean that
The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at
I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat
Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that
(LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!)
In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher
P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough
That I can chew a whole bag of rocks
Chew an Avenue chew an off street and off block
Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist
Cause Reggie Noble's pissed
I crush your whole brain frame
Cause you couldn't maintain the funk
That have your rap style for lunch chump
Cause 92 I take a whole crew
Give them a punch of the funk, knock all of their gold tooth loose
(POO POW)
To show you what type of stuff I'm on
You can't puff or sniff it
Because I was born with it
The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap level of 10
Then 1, 2, 3 You're pinned
I get action, so everybody jump wit your rump
If you like the way it sounds punk,
Pump it in your back trunk
And let loose with the juice when I do rock
I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice then Tupac
(STRAIGHT OUTTA JERSEY)
You heard me, my brother
Im laughin,
TIME 4 SUM ACTION
Lights, camera, cock back the hammer
(EXPLOSION!)
Straight from the land of the lost
I'ma hit you with the funk force
That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile
Brotha
Then strike a pose like Madonna
My mom's kicked me out because I did what I want to
The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of funk
Then you saw caps cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps
So color me bad, plus color me black
For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track
(THE FUNKY FLY STUFF)
Come on and let me kick
(THE FUNKY FLY STUFF)
Just to show you where the HELL I COME FROM
I get dumb with the 1, 1-2
Check my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex
(like this)
Make you twist to the list
Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff
And all that, the hi hat, go buy that,
Listen, look, OOPS, brother where your eyes at?
There on the floor, pick em up
While I pour a lil funk down your brain punk
Listen to my name chump
(REDMAN READY TO ROCK)
I got a glock
THEN, POW!, your body is all over the block
Tryin to step to ths, the Exorcist, kick it
I git mad wicked when the twin cocks the buscuit
And blow your head off, just for askin
"Who's the one rappin?"
(POO POW)
TIME FOR SUM ACTION
*spoken*
Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid
Yeah, know what Im sayin
We not goin for the Okee Doke, believe that
Hit Squad is defineteliy in the house
(IN THE HOUSE)
For the brothers who dont be knowin what's up
Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava....
AAAAH...
back to the funk track, like Black Sheep
My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?"
"Where's the Redman?"
I kill, I smother, I get down with the...
(YO, YO, YO! CHIIL, G. CHILL La. It's over man.
You ain't gotta say no more, it's over.)
* this is a Def Jam released album which appears to be available overseas
it features a variety of rap artists doing their take on classical music
So what I rock the tracks
that be weird like that
even to this you couldn't catch
me with photomat
my mack will leave you more cheeky
than the japs D.O.A.
I'll make up like a big cat
fill the raft
of the shaft brother
gettin DAP like a little
from Brooklyn hangin with
nut crack like that
tight nigger that a light ciggers
blow sniffers *
flow spitters
* you
make sure you bring your phone witcha
twist the situation
and make you hole hit ya
(red man)
rock rock on
open you with the fumes of smoke
I left in the vocal booth
disablin' plugs and microphone cablin'
smoke filled automobiles I rode daily in
I * hooked the track till they blow
shit for 30 G's
I ride blindfold
with bongos
ha ha ha
uh ah uh ah uh ah
so hit the road Jack
and don't you come back
shit I wanna make the cheddar
till I make bass collapse
hit more holes than Minnesota Fats
you're brains been tapped
my superior aristocrat
murder 16 bars
drunk off o snaps
pumped so many tracks
you might think I do crack
rip the microphone like a hair wrestlin match
lick your lips bitch
cause your shit might eat chap
you know Nikki D.
these fake bitches be
awsome bullshit *ing with the triple P
demolish wax polish
this dick I got
will make the baddest bitch topless
jobless
* around with it
red litty
shitty
got niggers in Germany blitty
now I'm the new president
and sellin spinach
50 cents and up
can't handle get there *
hu ha check check it out
friggy, diggy, jiggy diggy
check it out
doctors in the house
don't like what I'm sayin
got the nigger
*
shit is bad, bad, bad, bad
the year 2000
[hard enough that I can chew a whole bag of rocks]
Hyah! Attention to all you punk motherfuckers out there
(uh-huh uh-huh, check it out, check it out)
Funky Noble Productions represent for the nine-four and nine-five area
Reggie Noble and Rockwilder in the house for the nizzow
If you don't know you might as well close your biz out
(To my peeps in Queens)
Yeah, ohh shit, yo, it's a bird
(Nah I thought that shit was a fuckin plane dude)
Nah nah nah, it's Soop, Soop, Soop-a-man
[It's on!]
Hah
Verse One: Redman
Well it's the Soopaman Lovah in your motherfuckin town
Get down go round and round like shocks on your G-spot
Honeydip, now all of y'all up in that funny shit
But I ain't switched, still a honeydip is a honeybitch
in the mix! So bitches be lookin fly and I'll run in em
With they toes and nails done, hair wrapped up with pins in em
Fifty-four eleven Reebox bitch which you need not
to do is get fly, cause where I'm from, bitches get speed knots
Slow your monkey ass down and hold your horses
Don't wanna know your name don't wanna know none of your sources
Just fix me, with a quickie, I swear more Lake's than Ricki
So bad I use my X-Ray vision to give y'all clits a hickie
And plus the weed I puff is from the planet of Cheech and Chong
Where the earth is chronic, and How To Roll a Blunt is the theme song
Oooh you makin me horny! Well uhh, let me wipe that wetness for ya
Slurped and burped, got that bitch more open than my door do
Let's take a journey up in the stars where I live at
Where I fuck Jane, Judy Jetson, and that robot bitch-ah
Grab onto the cape and uhh... I said before I took her
don't choke me! And it's up up and away I took the hooker
And it's on
Verse Two: Redman
We landed on my planet, we smoked out like a fuck up
Bought a dime from Jabba the Hut and some uncut for the hooker
She said, quot;I don't sniff blow I just smoke weed to get me horny.
So I'm nothin like that bitch in your last Soopaman Lovah story. quot;
You go girl! But I didn't believe her, had to make sure
Where you from, the projects quot;Yeahhhh, but I'm single.
You needed a quickie and I'm just that bitch to break you off, shit
my pussy's so good, it tickle my legs when I walk! quot;
Oh really, just show me a couple of ways how you'll thrill me
She lifted up her dress and the whole area got chilly
quot;So what you think of that quot; I threw that bitch back on my back
Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat
I lived in the same building with Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk
Got R2D2 and Mork from Ork puttin in work
See I got the block sewn quot;Oooh baby let's get it on! quot;
About time, I opened the door she had her ass and tits showin
She rushed me to the room and stripped me out of my attire
She tied me to the bedposts then she lit the room on fire
She took out a scarf wrapped it around my eyes till I was blind
But with my X-Ray vision I saw the icepick from behind
So I broke out the ropes, smacked the hoe, then suplexed her
She pulled out a Tec and wet my chest with the S1's
quot;Oh shit I'm shot! quot; There was blood all over my finger!
I think I left my other bulletproof suit in the cleaner
She gave a whistle, they came in crews, word is bond
It was a bunch of Martian bitches with bodysuits and Platforms
quot;Damn, I gotta think of a plan, whatamIdo
Did Superman have a gun quot; Nah, but the Soopaman Lovah do!
So I pulled out the fo'-fifth, left the bitches open
Had another clip in case some mo' bitches want mo' shit
And I saw that trick Bewitched flying on her broomstick
Pa-dow! Shot her down because I leave no witness
Job well done I cleaned myself in a hurry
Oops! Gotta catch this blunt session
With I Dream of Jeannie and Kieth Murray
Aiyyyo-yo-yo Keith aiyyo what's up
Aiyyo
Lady:
So Redman the whole town is just buzzing why do they call you Sooperman Luver?
Redman:
I dunno, you know what I'm saying, every time i get finished hittin tha boots with some big butt female, she start acting strange (both laugh) ya know what I'm saying?
Lady:
Oh Really?
Redman:
Really
Lady:
That sounds very interesting
Redman:
yeah sweetheart
Lady:
Ummm, what,what are your plans now that your off tour?
Redman:
I dunno since I'm off tour and shit I'll probably ,you know, fly off to tha island somewhere and get a big stupid room with a crazy jacuzzi and mad izzum and just lounge for a whole week, ya know what I'm saying, nothing spectacular ya know what I'm saying doing tha wild thing.
Lady:
Uh huh well I just happen to have my own jacuzzi
Redman:
So what are you saying sweetheart?
Lady:
Well, I just thought maybe
Redman:
Oh my god, whoa chill chill sweetheart, slow down ya know what I'm sayin.
Aiyyo yo fuck that
Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin' mojo
Aiyyo Reggie Noble, aiyyo Reggie Noble c'mere nigga
Aiyyo start it off while I tell you how it went down
Yo, yo
Put the drop down, get your smoke on
Get your feel on, are you feeling?
Get your girl on, get your squeeze on
Get your bus on, are you chilling?
Are you wheeling, are you feeling?
How you feeling, and we gon' hooo-oooh-ooh
Tell me what you doin'
C'mon, yo yo-yo yo, yo yo
I had to put the mash down, throw the cash around
Stay focused, on the case put the hash down
Jetted through the air about five miles per hour
My mojo gone I can't fly like I wanna
But this case is easy, find that motherfucker that
Couldn't wait to be me, put his face on TV
From the tec blow, I asked my ex-hoes
Pass off some info for a pair of X.O.'s
Write the check low, I don't do that
I told you that shit before when I boned your back
Now I'm back to square one, and everybody hatin'
So I popped the flare gun, now they all escapin'
Ran into Gator, for Jungle Fever
He's my people and my neighbor, I said I need a favor
He said for ten dollars, and for ten Whoppers
From Burger King, I'll tell you the nigga who gotcha
Gave him what he wanted plus the extra large fry
He said blue eyes, blonde hair, a white guy
I said what the fuck goin' on?
A white guy interruptin' my fuck flowin' on?
So I copped some new ammo, reloaded my flare gun
Stalkin' like Rambo, mixed with Commando
Gator pushed the ten-speed bike, I'm on the handle
Crashed into somethin' 'cause he high off my man blow
I jumped up and backtracked myself
Who's the last hoe I fucked or throat I cut?
I said wait a minute, yo, that bitch Jane on the prowl again
I bet she up to no good, actin' foul again
Yeah, yeah, it ain't nuttin', I get her if I want her
Matter of fact I'm gonna 'cause she live around the corner
I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my armor
'Cause she bring drama like Jeffrey Dahmer
But I heard fuckin' all the way from the bottom
I'm like, damn she yellin' kinda made me jealous
Knocked on the door enraged
Like a broke-ass rapper, at a label that ain't toured in days
Do it clown, before I count to four now
'Cause if I hit five them flares'll blow your door down
I heard the zipper zip up, and they was tryin' to run
So I re-clipped the clip up, and blew it before one
Freeze motherfuckers, I jumped on Jane back
I want the cheese motherfuckers and my name back
We tusslin', fightin', bitin' skin and rustlin'
Slaps in the face, chokes with the belt buckle
And her knees bucklin', I thought to myself
Where's that motherfuckin' white guy she was fuckin', then
Right out of the blue
Who dat? Who dere?
Look, up in the sky (SOOP-soop...)
It's a bird (SOOP-soop...)
IT'S A PLANE!! (SOOP-soop...)
Nah motherfuckers (SOOP-soop...)
Hahaha
Verse One:
I was, flyin through the motherfuckin sky
With my blunt full of lye, boom-ba-zee on five
Code name beez the Soopa-Man cock my Luger
Blast on state trooper, I'm on the run G
I've got these hoes spreaded, from Japanese to diabetics
Toes stay painted because of my foot fetish
You damn right, they had to ban me from eatin pussy all night
W-W-F and then just
slammin in the rope like Sean Mike
I can't be touched bitch, I disco in kryptonite
Shit I'm broke as hell
I had to buy all my girls fifty-fo'-eleven Reeboks at wholesale
Almost got caught boostin out of Bodell's
Bitches on my coattails like they coat rails
Can't even go in a jam without a bitch grabbin my hand
and squeezin my ass sayin quot;Youse the man! quot;
That's who the fuck I be
I got a, college degree, on bomb-zee and wreckin MC's
Makin shit happen like Lil' Cease
I come from a land of fontum leaf, bark from trees
that stick in your hand, and lakes rollin sea-weed
Criminals be up to no good
So I tuck a heater
Bulletproof suit still in the fuckin cleaners, but anyways
I bumped into my neighbor Johnny Blaze
Told me there's a bitch up the block who got more cock than AK's
The bitch just moved in, in building 210
Right next door to the Fantastic Four, and the Penguin
Good lookin Johnny, five-oh's right behind me
Let me act like I know and get ghost
Tuck in my Nina-Ross, get my cape and shades
Now I'm off with the Soopaman Three antidote
( quot;While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse quot;)
Cause I am so cool
( quot;When I raise my trigger finger all y'all niggaz hit the deck quot;)
Cause I am so cool
( quot;Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore quot;)
Cause I am so cool
( quot;Raw to the floor, raw like Resevoir Dogs quot;)
Cause I am so cool...
Aiyyo word up *cough cough cough hack*
*sniff* to make a long story short
*cough cough cough* and shit, I went
to the bitch house, and this what the fuck happened
Verse Two:
Aiyyo, knock knock, quot;Who is it quot;
quot;It's the Soopa, here to pay that ass a visit
Heard you wasn't givin up your pussy
So I got the right dick to get with
Where yo' man at bitch quot; quot;He's out of town flippin biscuits quot;
quot;Well open up the do' den, before I start unloadin
on your pussy from here and leave it swollen quot;
quot;Aiyyo how I know it's you quot; quot;Aiyyo check my credentials quot;
quot;I eat yo' gun lead and shit out number two pencils
I ate a ton of dog shit ain't never got sick
Bitch I even know how many keys your man flip
I'm low down and dirty, but not insane
I know all these pussy ass cops by their first name
Smoked a pound of Purple Rain and kept control
Bitch I was the third nigga on the grassy knoll
And you askin me, how you know it's the Soopa
Open the door, I just blast on state trooper quot;
She opened up the door, and I walked in
She grabbed the hammer, and nailed it till I'm locked in
I said, quot;Yo whassup bitch You must be trippin
You must wanna see how this thirty-eight be spittin quot;
quot;Nah nah boo, it's my ex-boyfriend, he be buggin
He can't take it no more than I don't wanna fuck him
I was gonna get this nigga Faride to snuff him quot;
quot;Well if he come back through, I'm not talkin I'm bustin
Zip my zipper down bitch and start suckin
Get your anus wet for long dick fuckin quot;
quot;Oooh, I like the way you talk, just Put It In My Mouth quot;
quot;Yeah, and I'ma keep that shit in when I'm comin quot;
Fucked for thirty-six minutes and twelve seconds
quot;Hit it from the back yo quot; oh yeah bitch no question
Turn that ass around, she had tattoos of names on her back
She said, quot;I keep track quot;
I started readin her back I couldn't believe
I read one name it said EPMD
I turned her ass around I said no it couldn't be
It was the J-to-tha-A-to-tha-N-to-tha-E
Her pussy walls grabbed my dick so I'm stuck
So I burnt that ass from that blunt hash that I lit up
quot;Owwwww!! quot; She jumped up, puffed up, started yellin
I smacked her, cracked her, put her in a full nelson
quot;Okay, okay, okay, okay, I give up
Besides Soopaman Luva, I think I hear my nigga quot;
Aiyyo car pulls up, he steps up *skreech* and stick his keys in
The door opened, I snatched him up for no reason
Gave him a two piece with a biscuit, laid him out
Oh shit, it was that nigga Parrish Smith!
Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo! Call me Soopaman Luva the rude bwoy
That nigga SWV loose they cool for
Ha ha ha, ha ha, ha hah
Ah-hah ah-hah ah-hah ah-hah
Ah-hahahaha-hah-ha
Yo yo, I'm usually flyin' through the motherfuckin' air
But the utility belt on my underwear need repairs
So I be in back of the bus unwrappin' a Dutch
Left court for child support, bitch attackin' my bucks
They wanna fuck with certified private eye
Every week, check stubs to show the judge I got a job
Damn this, Soopaman used to stack them chips
Now I'm broke 'coz little kids riding Batman dick
I'm not a hater but the Caped Crusader blockin' my dough
And I'll let off before I push broom on HBO for Mr. Show
I'm critically acclaimed, but the press'll fuck my name up
Police is lookin' for me, call the mayor he'a hang up
Nowhere to run to and Brownstone even know it
So I pack the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit
No game, slappin' all hoes who got the fame
Then I rob 'em with chickens who got phone bills in they mama name
Yeah yeah, I know I gotta go out
So I'm shuttin' the game down like 30 nuthin' blowout
I rip the flow out, from the ceiling, if I spot cash peel it
Soopaman Luva gon' switch to Soopaman Villain
Soopaman! Roll up a L for me
Know I got to pack the heat
(Sing that shit Dave)
'Coz niggaz tryin' to fuck with me
(Who am I?)
Soopaman! Flyin' through the air high
Smokin' on that bom-baa
I don't give a fuck if I die
(Who am I?)
Yo yo, I'm back on deck, I never lost the pep in my step
Ride in the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left on the next
Corner, get out and let the 30-30 cock the loogie
Tryin' to set me up like Jim Kelly, moi, moi
Before I hit somebody they say, "We ain't do it"
I believe them these the same niggaz I grew up in the hood wit
Yo yo yo, what's today's date?
Shh, December 8th?
Man today my God damn day off
Yo I'm outta here
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah right papi
Ahh Redman..
Do you feel that the blacks in your community
are still mad at the racial situation?
[Red] Yeah they still mad
And if you don't take that funny smirk off your face
I'ma kick your...
Over three hundred ghetto related crimes happened
in Newark New Jersey alone still the saga continues
[Redman]
Stick em up STICK EM UP! I got the jammie to your vest punk
Don't make a move! Before I choose to make your guts run
all over the block, cause my stomach's in a knot
and it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock
I got roaches and vats of the rats carryin bats and gats
so I *farting noise* 'fore I snack Jack
Because I'm not down with water from the hydrant
My moms takin a bath and my brother's next arrivin
I gotta think of a plan so I can eat
I haven't had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks
I squat up, cause I'ma set up this kid, carryin loot out
from Burger King and what I'ma do is..
run up on him, SNATCH the bag of money, then bust the dummy!
Cause my man when I think of a plan there's no shorts take
Cause I pack jammies inside of my Nordface, coat
Had the black brother on scope
No joke's what I am cause the man's a pure pro
(Yo my man you got a light?
Yeah give me the effin money too G!) Yo STOP STOP STOP!
Took the money then I dipped with the quickness
The plan went well so I got down to the business
Opened up the bag it was filled with paper
I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper
Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops
What they carryin? Black glocks (shit's thick!)
What's the next move? My life's on the line
Bullets in their clips and none in mine
Sirens on, once again it's on
I fell (OW!) and then the black glocks went POW!
I got snuffed and I got bust
Now the only thing I'm sniffin is dust, cause it's
("It's so rough!") 5X
Me and Erick Sermon takin a trip Uptown
In the ? run a blast and my tape pumpin ganja
Since Erick got props
I step to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop
Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me
It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin me
So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific
Not knowin she was scopin me cause I was MAD splifted
Later on that week honeydip freaked the funk
Playin Redman and Erick out like two chumps
Callin him weekdays, callin me weeknights
(Who had her weekends?) Whichever man would freak right
Things got cozy one night like dynamite
We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts
No hats? Went Funkadelic
Took a splash, you know how that go fellas
Two months later (see you later alligator)
She was pissed and, I ended up seein my position
She took a blood test, she took a head check
Looked at me thinkin, "Why the hell he isn't dead yet?"
Then I asked her, "Why you lookin at me?!"
She said, "Redman because you have the HIV"
Called Erick and his set, that girl, don't mess around!
Too late, cause Erick already had his drawers down
Cause it's
("It's so rough!") 3X
[R] Cause it's so rough!
To all my brothers wear your hats wear your hats
You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps
And to my sisters, make em wear they prophyl-lastic
Cause it's drastic, havin another ghetto bastard
Think I'm vyin for a piece of butt? Honey you must be nuts
You better settle for a wet kiss so pucker up
Cause you end up messin around catchin the heebie jeebies
Lookin like WHODUNNIT? Witcha face up on the TV
So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect
cause you could be like sexin to your last death
And if you still don't know the time, press rewind
cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline
[BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP]
Here come the remaining beautiful people
And for all of you who survive, we hope you enjoyed the ride
2002 will see some new added features
Such as the Spinal Spinning Spiral Splitter
And the Corkscrew Cock Cruncher
Plus, the Fat Fuckin' Bitch Backslapper
And not forgetting The One Finger Ringer
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta, ta and fuck off
From the 'Rollercoaster Malpractice'
(Redman)
They done let me out
(Redman)
They done called my name
(Redman)
They done read the four chapters
Now I'm back, Brick City, I've been born again
Master, hit the switch, Igor, he's alive
Yo, set it off, set it off, yo, yo, yo
Let's start ridin', my flows bring the tide in
While John Cochran break your pride in
I shagged her before you married her
Took the ring, pawned it for an Acura
DOC, breakin' the sound barrier
Hardcore bullet, fo'-fo' pull it
Got your camp runnin', used it for footage
Brick City suspects couldn't [unverified]
Yo, watch me leap through trees
Attackin' sharks in the Deep Blue Sea
Aim lock on, Goldeneye
War in the snow storm, with double, oh on
U.K. blow your horns
Put you in, I.C.U., gettin' blood drawn
Doc did it off an Adam F bomb
I move like Robotron, turn the lights off
Girl she had a big fat ass, we smokin' weed tonight
We smokin' weed tonight, c'mon
What I want everybody to do right now
Is blow your motherfuckin' horns, louder, louder
Yo, if you want that shit
(That shit)
That hardcore rough shit
(Rough shit)
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin', crash sumthin'
If you want that shit
(That shit)
That smoke and fuck a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by the pancreas
Your whole camp enlists, abandon ship
Push your knuckles up and dance with it
I'll shut down cops, steal they badges
Off of 'Operation Kill Da Wabbit'
PPP niggaz be jackin' cabbage
Looked in the camera and pull the mask up
Laughin' at ya, yeah I x'd you out
Somebody help him out with mouth to mouth
You to me son, what you talkin' 'bout?
If your third eye look then I gorge it out
Bitches fuck me barely walkin' out
For a thievin' ass hoe fo' mark it out
It's one mo' body in the hall for now
Verbal assault killer, calm him down
I open fire, made you retire
Hung your shoes from a telephone wire
So when I ride by, I brag on it
Paragraphs fly wit toe tags on it
I plant a bomb where you pick your mail up
It's bricks, so y'all hit the fallout shelter
Doc, niggaz, bitches, jump up
Criminals, hustlers, hoes, jump up
Yo, if you want that shit
(That shit)
That hardcore rough shit
(Rough shit)
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin'
If you want that shit
(That shit)
That smoke and fuck a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Intro:
Yo, this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in the
holdin pen with me in central booking
Welcome to the system
[Ha ha ha haaaa! Yeahhh! Motherfuckers!
Coming to you live from Newark, New Jersey]
[Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up]
Fucked up [all night] all night
[Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up]
Fucked up [all night] all night
[Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker]
Verse One:
Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic
I come wtter than Purple Rain, I bust brains, the funk Doctor
Spock, got the glock, now I'm smokin out your sess spot
I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY
Who is that nigga that's comin six billion feet
I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street
I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly
Look at the letter-coated afro like my man Shaft would be
The new vroom, crisp like chicken and Chinese food
I'm just like The Whispers here to put you in the mood
[Jumpin Jersey] Yeah you heard me, got more family than the Partridge
Roll the red carpet for Red from here to corner markey
You're tryin me, I'm a menace of society, right
[Yo yo they killed your style] Yo yo, I ain't lettin shit ride
Droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms
Covering my dick, plus I'm diesel like all of them
Chorus: Repeat 2X
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [somebody, help
meeeeee!] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
[You gotta rock on] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Verse Two:
My momma used to tell me turn that shit the fuck off
So I had to play like Foxy and get off [get off]
My shit was thick I bought a clip then cocked my own grip at honeydips
Cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, beeitch
Selling bags from uptowwwwn
Me and Lester put our money together now we got the block locked down
31 to local A-Train's, Hoboken
I took the back way, New Jersey transit cops were open
I'm hopin, that they don't go inside my boots
Cause we had everything, from jewelry to thai-one suits
And ClienTEL, I'm drinkin Ballentine L in hell
So Redman rock well before our record sell
Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous
[And if ya ain't come back] Is what the base-head used to tell us
[Yo fellaz!] Our whole scheme sinkin like boats
Cause Les mixed biz with pleasure when we shoulda stuck to lactose
But every good thing comes to a end
With no ends, on the block, sellin weed again
My moms tried to make me go to school, I just didn't listen
Got locked up, now I'm all in the system, listen
Chorus
Verse Three:
Whassup! I tickle your putty-cars with my loonie raps
on groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts
From my city I spread it all like Jiffy
It's a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be
I mold like clay, and roll dice just like Andrew
I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handle
Whatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathy
So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept MC's
I keep my car underground just like the Lords
Even though I'm known, like all the four wheels on the course
So let me pull up to your bumper like Grace Jones
Cause my shit be WAY off the hook like pay phonesssahh! *dial tone*
Nineteen ninety mother fuckin' six
That's that shit though
Get the motherfuckin' squad packed
We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is bond
Test the crew with the guns and let's get this shit on
Why, must I be like that? Why, must I pack the gat?
On my left, niggaz be rollin' with the ruckus
Ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz
Heard PPP and LOD is a bunch of crazy motherfuckers
Journey to the land is on
The winner of the spittin' bomb marathon
The fuck you up lierathon, whatever you choose
Prepare to lose that title
Turnin' vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my uncles
Who started smokin' weed outta Bibles
Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle
Menstruation cycles, I give bitches
Bring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitches
Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow
Bang your headpiece
And sniff the snow off your hoe
I keep it rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin'
I keep it rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin'
Ask yourself man
How ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore M. C.?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin', destroyin' da schools of the wack
From the 'Land of the Lost', you get tossed
Listen to my veloc, my crew's comin' off
Yeah, more sneaky than casino switches
Diggin' ditches for all Moschino bitches
Clockin' decimal figures, I'm gettin' out diggers
Now my choice of truck is a Land
'Cause a Land cruise much bigger
It pack two to three more niggaz
Damn I hate a golddigger
Yeah, gimme that microphone
I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home
I keep the jacked cellular phone blown in three zones
Love seafood and keep my nine millimis chrome
So it can shine up your dome
When I proceed to give you what you need
And clear spots like sea breeze
Wreckin' your ass Armageddon style
Twenty four seven while
My crew chin check your profile
Rollin', rollin''
Rollin', rollin''
Niggaz be rollin'
Niggaz be rollin'
Rollin', rollin''
Rollin', rollin'
I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme maker
Grimy by nature, database maker
Play 'em out like Sega Saturn
Blow your blocks in patterns for about nine acres
Testes, crew wearin' bulletproof and double Ss
Karl Kani down, camouflage can't hide the sounds
Of a fo' pound
Givin you six flags, bustin' merry go rounds
But my crew stay ill with that unreal appeal
I be the raw water, my cheek bones outta have gills
Below like the opera
Smooth on the trigger for all you block cockers
I be the key to criminology
Blast and rotate enemies at three buck sixty
Pick me, as your senator
Take the dove from your battlefield son, fuck, Pat Benatar
Run, head for the hills, back in the day, these niggaz
Rolled up on me with the trunk filled with Bomber Brooklyns
Sheeps and Quartervilles, take that shit, money snap the grill
Body caught chills as he ate this nine mil
Mine kills two but my nine was sign sealed
And ready to deliver but money had me too close
To reach for toast, soon as that nigga blink I broke ghost
Dash back to South Orange Ave with dollar bill to smoke dope
I keep 'em rollin'
This is D. J., say what? On this motherfucker
Sayin', "The dick is long, but my time is short"
Before I go, just remember
(Pop in the disc and who the hell is this?)
Sat down and opened my mind and said it's time
For me to design the right lines
Make you one of a kind boy rough and tough and all that stuff
Sure enough I'll make the brother's change their minds
Then you understand my only principle
No need to fuck with the born invincible
I'm rated X like a porno feature
Leaving MC's dazed and catching anesthesias
Even females get rocked when they try to cock
Block the man from doing this hip-hop
Techniques unique and that's my word is bond
Rockafella's the name but the screaming I'll rock on
Aiyyo-yo-yo-yo you better pass it
Aiyyo check this out
We coming to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City my man
Where the knotty-headed niggaz and the Brick City brigade dwell
And if you don't know your fool better ask
Aiyyo-yo you better pass that blunt
And yo E, we comin' to you live with the Cosmic type stuff
Well, it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath
And you should be peep-in how I get smoked-out on the weekend
I swing it to my crew or down to my fans
Schoolin' Hell of stackas like final exams
'Cause, it's the, funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
Elements, and it's coming through your block
Can't you smell it trick? Wanna copy-cat my whole format
So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats
Got a little Redman in town
Who's that effin clown soundin' wack with the frown?
I don't know man, but you better wonder what I would do
While loud on this staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burough
You get hurt up, word up, jam-med like pearl
Knock off from blood clot puff on the rough block
Or I peep my man, Rockafella, it don't stop
On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin' on to the funky shit, c'mon
On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin on to the funky shit
I said Jersey's in the house, Jersey's in the house
I said Brooklyn's in the house, Brooklyn's in the house
I said Uptown's in the house, Uptown's in the house
I said The Bronx in the hidouse, The Bronx in the hidouse
Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond
I'm comin' in swarms, so turn your flashlights on
Due to difficulty, my style flows while it travels across the planet
In 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
Droppin' the flavor, stay sky high like Pager
I'm magical like Fantasia on paper
I saw the Light like Kraftwerk, of course
When the T-L-A rock shock the stuff, it's yours
To your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed
Thinkin' you gonna sell two mil' cakes real fast
But you're blocked, and your earrings choke like a tec
Now, who freakin' style your ass gonna steal next?
Are there any more imitators in the house? There are no
Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago
Catch the cargo, funky like a bag of Bravos
Way back, when I used to pump 92 KTU and Carlos
I just stay funky like that
Make you wanna my style like a junkie on crack
Trick, you better back the freak up, for real now
When I break it down from Newark NJ to Ill Town
On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin' on to the funky shit, c'mon
On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin' on to the funky shit
I said Virginia's in the house, Virginia's in the house
I said Cali's in the house, Cali's in the house
I said Atlanta's in the house, Atlanta's in the house
North Carolina's in the house, Carolina's in the house
Yoo-hoo watch the birdie, while Red wreck your brains early
If rap was B-Ball, I'd have assists like James Worthy
Dribble the rock if you got the hots to get your knot rocked
Twice my device, Run-D.MC's from my rock box
Hey you, better come clean like Jeru
Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view
To your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip
Standin' tall like Shaq, honey I'm back, this ain't Blue Chips
The new stuff, creamin' brothas like Breyer's
He's heating up, nah, brotha, I'm on fire
Dribble dribble shootin' three pointers to the drum trick
Try to take my style? Blaow, and one
DJ Twinz in the house for the nine-square
My man Shaft, you don't know you better ask
That bomb Chocolate City coming to you live from the ninety-fo' era
Aiyyo you better pass that blunt, aiyyo check this out
We gonna take it to you live
Where Newark New Jersey drops that chocolate funk for ya
Everyday and all day, how we do it word is bond, word is day
Def Squad's in the house for the nine-fo', word is bond, word is day
The sad Hawthorne Ave. got the good smoke, word is bond, word is day
Knotty-head niggaz in the house for nine-fo', word is bond, word is day
Brick City brigade in the house for nine-fo', word is bond, word is day
Redman rocks on and on for the nine-fo', word is bond, word is day
Word is bond word is bond in the house I'm in the house
Word is bond, word is day
You can suck my balls and lick my butt, word bond, word d
Word bond, word day, word is bond, word is day
Check it out, check it out
We comin' to you live with the Cosmic Slop
On the fuckin' block and we got the glocks
To your knot, who's the funk nigga and I'm comin' to ya hot
(W.. F.. D.. S..) Aiyyo, aiyyo check this out man
Hah, aiyyo hah-hah
Aiyyo aiyyo, hah-hah
Nahnah, aiyyo, aiyyo
Damn
I'm the bomb, ringin off all types alarms
My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's
Aggravated assault, against an MC
Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees
It's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick
You can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness
Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk
I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York
I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one
With a tape deck, if it's feasible
Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe
But I get you souped when I rock respect due
I'sa nice nigga that wanna get diced
Slice the mic device like the body of Christ twice
E Double if you feel me hit me once
(A breaker one, a breaker two)
Cause trouble to you family and friends
Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends
Got caught out there cause you a Mack without 10
Punch you in your chin
The rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay
cooler than a double L
Turn a felony to a misdemeanor
Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner
Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap
Blunt, grabbin my weiner
Now first of all I go for broke
Check the third quarter note, I make you feel like your water broke
Can't tell whether male or female
I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell
All aboard my balls, cause my dick don't got a lot of room
for the rest of y'all
Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight
Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo'
bitch, about nine inch up the clit
Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em shit
I shines MC's up for auction
So I can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away
Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down
and turn into an ass-kicking holiday
Word, I rolls with the Funklord
With more flavors than them motherfuckers on
them Benetton billboards
He's bleeding get the gauze
He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for
Push the clip in, slide the top back
Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract
Shit like that get me vexed
So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's
Hah-hah
One deuce! One deuce
Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture
So you won't forget the,
black Jack
the Ripper
Sorceror offin y'all with techniques
A universal lingo, with the odd speaks
Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak
Smokin that leak at full peak
Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique
College radio, no I mack shit like Maceo
Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver
I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver
Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw
Shit you never seen before
So when you come inside, and do the front
Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run
Relax your minds, let your concious be free
And get money, and G's and roll these trees
...
This is DJ SAYWHAT on this motherfucker.
Comin to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City.
(continued on Welcome)
RRRRAHHHHH! Look out! You musta got hit with some bullshit!
Yo, where at?
Smack dab across your lips, can you talk?
Ahm ahh ill uhh ahm no em no menna no vat
Yo-ye-yo Redman, what the fuck was that?
I don't know but it's on my top lip
Don't crack jokes, and pop shit
Just get it off my top lip
Or Reggie, you can drop kid
Oah-OK be still chill, I'm gettin it off your grill
Wha-what was it?
Some of that pussy you ate this mornin from that bitch Jill
Yeah
But c'mon, check it
Motherfuckin right
Let's get busy on this record
So we can make the dough
Shit
and make girls like Kiki Shepard get naked
On the strength!
Party with Machine and Oprah Winfr'
First class tickets, hotel bitches puffin mad blunts
Blunts?
Blunts
Blunts don't don't rhyme with Oprah Winfr' troop
Who cares what rhymes with it long as the funk pump through my Benz truck
Now you know you don't own a Benz
Yes I do and chrome's the trim
Black with a system when it's hittin I'm pullin mad skins
With Olde E sittin in between my lap
and when brothers act up, a gun machine I pack
The original P-Funk, got the jewels trunk, a funker
When I'm sexin, my bad is bigger than any buster's
like Max and..
Wait wait wait, could we get on with the tape?
Lights, camera, hahh, action
Welcome to Red's tape, may I take your order?
It's a slaughter if you order the hit without the water
and then swallow without the damn water to follow
You might be doin the stupid dance and win a grand at the Apollo
Whatchu know?
I'm rough, snap necks, drink Olde E, but crack Beck's
That ain't what you told me last week
Wreck anything that's wet, when I have sex
For instance, I mix with, a style that make you shit bricks
Tsk tsk, I'm musically gifted, to rip it
That's bullshit yo
Um-shat-lot, Red got crazy knots
And knots in the pots, got props from here to George Washington Bridge
I get biz, I use hats, so no kids
Fuck, I took out more suckers, than a..
HOLD UP! I don't think I can freak the funk like that
I might have to nap, because my afro is like Shaft
Puffy, fade it quite lovely and to snuff me
get your gang, cause I'm Fightin with more Power than Chuck D
Chuck D from Public Enemy?
Yeah he's a friend of me
The one that say "Brothers and sisters?"
Yeah but he's no kin to me
I'm strictly negro, I freak the style and there it goes
BOOM!
If a stitch in time saves nine, then I got shit sewed
Put pins in needles, and needles in pins
A happy man is a happy man, that, when I'm hittin skins
Fuck skins, I'm hittin puss when it's gush
Then eat it when the puss is well cooked
LOOK!
Up in the air?
No the cab
Who's in the cab? Whut Thee??!!
It's Superman!! WHY?
Because it's hot as a MOTHERFUCKER out here
Oh word, you bet I'm gettin the fuck out of here man
Yeah me too
Oh I forgot to tell you Willya called for you
Willya who?
Willya SUCK MY DIHHHHHK!
Aiyyo fuck you!
*laughing*
Big nose bitch!
I hate your stupid ass
Real niggaz, yeah, yeah, yeah
Real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, real niggaz, yeah, yeah
Louder
Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this, c'mon
Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon
Do you know that you ready for this, huh
We gonna see if you ready for this
I be the street sweeper, nigga
Quick to leave your whole block shook an' shot at
From fuckin' round with the Midack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
Fuck who's standin' around them get close up and down an'
I done came here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your stomach
Then leave your boxin' shorts full of shit stains
You're, bitch maid, you ain't a gangsta, you a sucker ass
These niggaz, scared of your bark, but bitch I touch ass
And bust back, what's that, it's face mob in effect
With Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach
I told you that talkin' wasn't shit to me
So bitch be more specific when you spit for me
It ain't shit to me, you a hoe in fifth degree, a discharge from a dick
Disease, you lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot
Plastic ass chump, you don't want no static
Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder
Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz
Yo, yo, yo, it's Funk Doc, I thought you knew
P P P in the back an' they parkin' to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid
I fuck chicks off Elmo Flicks
My tape is off safety, tongue the gun
Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front
So what cha, what cha wanna, yo, my boys is beastie
We grew up untamed, unemployed an' eatin'
You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings
Young Ike Turners, disco inferners
Concentration camp, nobody turn up
I roll up a X that came with kits
Leave you with nightmares, Dana Dane was with
I can train yo' bitch, with a chain an' whip
It blow the block down while I change the clip
Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me 'Smokey-mon'
'Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms
And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone
Niggaz, wanna get they ice picks, poke the don
But they know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm
And I know a old lady, that'll choke their moms
A attitude, that's what I don't walk without
Nigga, I'ma time for it, you just talk about
Ic is the man, and I never been to Japan
Got a Japanese bitch, with my dick in her hand
This is the plan, I'm about to get in the van
Go and get rid of the man, I done did it again
Skunk I blow, then off to the trunk I go
Pull the pump out slow, dump out foe
I'm the nigga, that the streets raised
I'm the nigga, that'll make 3-ways outta nigga PJ's
The nigga, that'll smack the shit out the DJ
If he don't give Icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we
Real niggaz, louder, real niggaz, louder, louder
Real niggaz, yo, real niggaz
First of all, you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard
I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls
I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls
I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap mal
I look a nigga, eye to eye when I speak
I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak
Or a bitch that'll do anythin' to get rich
Or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click
Or a fake, that'll rather see me at my wake
Or a Jake tryin' to infilitrate, give me a case
I'm real like, bitch, get the fuck out my face
I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste
I'm a real nigga, if I don't get no bigger
I'm five five, still knockin' out tall, niggaz
We real niggaz plottin' on dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz. hands on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin', real like Redman's fifth comin'
Trigger Treach
Bastards blunts, Buddhas bullets, black gats is the lingo
Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for Bingo
Christmas time I crack Yak, an' Kris with Kringle
Gettin' funk from Nymphos an' scratch my nuts witcho' single
Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is Hey, with the Gay-G after
My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me
See them diamond D.M. medallions, snatch, you give 'em to me
Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself Mickies
In crowded armories, fuck with Redman
You're a dead man at the robbery
You'll be, Adebisi greasy, put him on to me, fuck that
I'm a throwin' flames Fanatic, bashin' brains come at it
Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the attic
Your skank-ass, go 'Voo-doo', poodle-wig wearin' rashy
Nah nah nah fuck that!
Don't hold me back the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
with a rap that's shittin on the story of Jack Sprat
So put your money where your mouth is watch Redman house shit
And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('Damn!')
I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails
Word to ?Jamel? my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
I'm not a warrior or Bavarian type of nigga
I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister
That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond
Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role ?
Cause every since I was an infrant I was different
Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it
I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step
cause she hit me with a left, then another left
That's why my brain is out of order
because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit
then carve my name in your pavement
I was Rated 'X' but I flexed
I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level
Ain't that ill? That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill
from a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit
What's the flavor ?Tim? (Fuck what you heard, this rated R)
Chorus: repeat 4X
"I'm rated R, this is a warning" --> Rakim
"Boy you can't fuck with me!!" --> Ice Cube
Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend
mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends
And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk
and tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)
Got Naughty in my Nature plus I'm down with O.P.P.
The best part about it, I got AIDS, bitch!
Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women
cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin
I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip
(Yo Red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)
I had a fight with Chuck, the punk motherfuck
tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (BING!)
Snapped the neck on Michael Myers then I freaked it; cause it was August
and he was talkin this trick or treat shit (Trick or treat!)
Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block
143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop
Norman Bates work the night shift late
Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake
Bust a maneuver Freddy Kruger, dreamed about
me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up
That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw
Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar
So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate
my rap style, so to cut em off I truncate
And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up
with the one-two punch, like servin a customer
And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from
I know, from me, THE original P-Funk
See ya next LP chump!
Chorus
Pick it up, pick it up (4X)
If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker
What the fuck you gon do
Pick it up, pick it up (3X)
[Redman]
While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque
Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks
Then tap your man back and be like quot;Did you see that quot;
Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West
Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess
we bless, mics, three times a day
Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
Strictly laughing at MC's
Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep
Niggaz be like quot;Ahh he changed his style up quot;
Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's nine-six so get with it
Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, must we forget, I originated
all that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit
Brick City!! Is where I get down kid
Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince
Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit
PPP got the glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
Say what Got some fly shit on deck
Say WHAT Got some fly shit on deck
PPP got the glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
[Redman]
First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up
Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up
Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas
To all MC's, I love it that you hate us
Drop skills that might send wind chill factors
Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack
Step uncorrect and get blackened
The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it
You remind me of school on a Sunday
No class, beatin all King's down
doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast
Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz
Back, nobody got the Red shook
Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH
Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me
That's why them hardcore promoters still book me
You shook G... word up... hah hah...
If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker
What the fuck you gon do
Pick it up, pick it up
If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground
What the fuck you gon do
Pick her up, pick her up
I keep it fly y'all
Fly fly y'all (5X)
[Redman]
Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's
We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees
Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's
We bag for cheese just to get weed
Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves
Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts
Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch
at courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C
S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy
Then freeze.... hah, ha-hah
Where was I Oh yes
Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress
Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc
Another nigga smoked from impression
Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin
Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped
And I still walk around with the hooked up
Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government
Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic
How I stay mo' bent than McDonald arches
And uptown got the la-la spots
And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks
But still, I walk around with the grill
Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit
Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents
To any, MC who wonder what got in me
To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi
It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot
Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on
*static from radio surfing*
[white reporter]
Thanks Bill
This week on NIN, Niggers In Newark
We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots
that my camera crew and I had a chance to visit
during our stay in Da Bricks
Although we suffered minor setback this week
when our TV satellite van was stolen
We managed to get around best way possible
We had chances to see spots like
Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave
Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen
19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now
there's someone about to go for their drugs
or as they would say, stash
Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs
[Redman]
Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*
This here, is the telephone line
of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark
Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do
is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress
Shhh...
Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin seatbelts
If you need to get high, there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment
I can't tell y'all what the weather's like cuz my radio's fucked up
And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty
Don't panic, take one more hit off the oxygen mask
Calmly put your hands between your legs
And kiss your black ass goodbye!!
I'm swift like a motherfuckin gift for Christmas
When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with bitches
The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatEVER
Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin
I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the clappin
I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex
blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex
Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches
Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches
Woo! I just don't give a FUCK
I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
Travel around my curse universe
I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit
Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it
Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus
I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus
Noorotic, my style format rocks the project
I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic
Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your
funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing
Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin
Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen
I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder
I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma
They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually
They got factories with little dolls named after me
But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere
pressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin
Newark New Jersey's what I represent
Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh
My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home
and to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in
Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with
Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District
So what the fuck I got clapped on for my truck
Then I laughed cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag
Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit
The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden
Fuck that, let's get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast
Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast
voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets
PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers
Hold hold hold, wait wait wait
Let me school this bitch
Yo bitch my shit is tight, can any MC do this
*sounds of sex*
And come back on the mic
I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots
On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots
Talkin shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
and let your moms give me cornrows on my crack
Cause I'm nasty like that
Nasty Nodge:Dis is Nasty Nodge from "W Fuck All Yall" radio and for yall bitches who missed the million chicken head march we got it on tape and dat shit is hot
Too Too Too too hot for tv
We had alot of speakers out there who touched on alot of important chickenhead issues
Liuidasha:Dis is Liuidasha President of the baby mother colition
Can i get my unn flauk-a-laka sistas
Our movement stands for 3 basic principles
First of all baby mothas should stay togeher even when we got babys by the same nigga
Im saying, wit checks need to get increased to 40 cans od fuckin imfamil a month
And fellow chickedees our mmost important issue is why should we turn in our baby father for child support when we applying for welfare and foodstamps
Baby mothers we must stick togetha in order to survive in a world of bougie hoes
Redman:Too Too Too too hot for tv
Nasty Nodge:And our second speaker also talked about this chicken
Quantaniqua:Im Quantaniqua, the coach here of Reebok, yesterday, today, and foreva; the 54 eleven chapter
Fuck tax free week i tax fair on my mothafuckin Reebok's all year round
Say unnnn flauk-a-laka-laka
Redman: Too Too Too too hot for tv
look mommy here comes the roller coaster. stand back baby.holy it looks like.
Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches
Time to put down the Cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute
Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker..
Turn me up some
Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here?
No, it can't be! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yo.. yo, gimme some room I'm throwin elbows
Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P
My dress code is all black when I'm makin the moves
Similar to the new Playstation 2
I can't help it if the club only packin a G
And the fire marshal wanna shut it down in 3
And you ballin ass niggaz, whose dressed to kill
for the hoes showin the toes with extra heels (man!)
I gotta get in, I drove here
with a carLOAD of bitches charged on Belvedere
My niggaz hit the cells if the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through the door of the bitch
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aiy they ain't tryin to let you in the club!
Yo, DJ Kool to the rescue!
We gon' break this joint down!
Aiyyo.. a-huh, a-huh, ahh!
If you pumpin this one in your truck (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
If you really don't give a WHAT? (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
Everybody get your hands up (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
If you ain't come to party SHUT UP! (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..
Yo, security pattin my legs and waist
but if I vacate the place, it'll be
, "stay down!"
All my niggaz in the huddle, on the count of three
we gonna bumrush The Tunnel, with a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here
Blazin like Biggie passed us a semi in here
Don't sleep, stay wide awoke
You dialed Doc, not dial-a-joke
Crawl or you'll die in smoke
I keep it heated when the hawk is out
Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out
I'm outside of the line and I'm actin a fool
like a three o'clock bully, waitin after school
(Punks!) I've been in this line for hours
I even killed the time by helpin my man pass out fliers
Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in
Shake my ass with the baddest pidgeon with her wig in
JUMP, MOVE, CRASH, SMOKE, DRINK
Shake that ass stank, the fuck you think?
Poppa Bear at the table, and the porridge is pourin
Since +Def+ is the label I belong in a morgue!
I'm walkin half-dead, actin senile
with bigga niggaz from jail than the one on "Green Mile"
I'll huff and puff, blow the club down
I'll snuff a duck, I'm headed Uptown
Yeah that's right! We up in this joint now
Aiyyo we gettin ready to take over
Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables
We gon' rock this joint baby! - a-huh, a-huh, ahh!
If you got up in the club free (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
And you drunk up in the V.I.P. (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you swingin from them club lights (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
And you like to start them club fights (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..
Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody come to wild out (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you a big dog no doubt (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..
Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody keep it goin now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Just a little bit louder now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty.. c'mon, c'mon!
(let's get dirty)
A-huh, a-huh, ahh-huh! (let's get dirty)
[Intro]
It's about 40 degrees out there
I know all you out there listening to these sounds
Humping and a bumping out in your jeeps
Well, ahh..y-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 smoking 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 Knicks
I'm not a playa, but y'all hating me like I'm a pimp
These cars y'all talk about, the Doc already whipped
You 'bout to go downtown bitch, like The Shiznit
Overseas banging kok in the parking lot
I'm overdosing in a Amsterdam coffee shop
And when you lust for hardcore music to bust
Trust that nigga who bubble more than Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus
Static, niggas actin all dramatic
I'd rather smoke cabbage, in the chair getting tatted
My P.O. tried to violate me for the habit
Because I walked in the office rocking 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 for life
Hustlers, got the shit that'll keep you high!
[Female Voice]
Just gently place the balls, into the mouth, and .. HUMMMMM
Gently, place the balls into the mouth and.. HUMMMMM
[Redman]
Yo, I'm in your local ghetto rolling a Corona Deluxe
Bitch you better hit the 40, fuck a margarita!
Shit I still scam change out the parking meter
And get a bunch of pussies wet overflooding peanuts
Yes, smoke a quarter-sacks, hut one two
My cerebral will keep the white boys sniffing 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
(Ay yo, what you hitting Doc?) I'm hitting hoes up in the Tahoe
Gettin chickens fighting in the back of the Apollo
Say, "Fuck that!" if I'm a tough act to follow
("Fuck That!!!") Disagree I bring the beef gyro
Only right I spiral the hot shit that I know
[Eric Sermon]
Then buy a six shot Eclipse with plastic grips
[Redman]
And get a gangsta bitch who love robbing 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
[Eric Sermon]
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 niggas 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-o, stash the blow
Stop sucking on my dick and slide on your Kenneth Coles
[Eric Sermon]
And everytime we look around them niggas on my block
[Redman]
Ay yo them Def Squad motherfuckers keeps it hot
[Chorus] (2X)
*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: repeat 2X
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
Yo, yo, yo
Once upon a time up in Jersey, yo
Haha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do'
("Who is it?")
Haha, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
(Oh)
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 budha to the last drop like I was Maxwell
If blunts came in degrees, call me a black-belt
I'm worldwide chinky, Hun-Tao with chrome inky's
Chicken ridin' shortie and she boost all her dinky
This is your brain, this is my tape on drugs
If your lame ass can't feel it, then your cord unplugged
P.P.P 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 and it's Tonya
("Hello, can I talk to Nia? Nia? Oh shit")
Click over
("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
(Oh, motherfucker)
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
(Yo,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
Ay-yo Cali niggaz got bomb, shit that same bomb
Made me forget my momma's birthday and it's tattooed on my arm
I misplace my Lex keys every time 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 die 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
(You here)
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 China-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
Chicken heads'll rob you over there, motherfucker
Sucker ass motherfucker, get the fuck on out of here ha-ha
Yo light that shit here
jerry:whooo!!.welcome back to the jerry swinger show.today's show is about
women who feels neglected in relationships.here we've got mercides and her
seven year boyfriend ray-ray row-row
ray-ray:well it's ray-ray motherfucker
jerry:that's what i've said.
now mercides why do u feel neglected by leroy
ray-ray:RAY-RAY MOTHERFUCKER
mercides:ray-ray.well i'm tired of ray-ray's bullshit
*inhales starts coughing*
Yo this is for motherfuckers that talk that sellout shit
"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)
"Ev everybody get up!"
"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)
"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" (repeat 2X)
"Ev-everybody get up!"
"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)
"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" (repeat 2X)
"Ev-everybody get up!"
"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)
This is the story.. of pro-zen-xanthrapus
Pro-zen-ganthrapus..
Funky monkey.. nasty monkey.. gangster monkey..
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
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
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
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..
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
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!
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 (5X)
Yo what we doin son
Knockin niggaz the fuck out!!
[Dr. Trevis] Redman wake up. Wake up Redman wake up.
(ba ga goom ba gi) This is album three can you hear me?
(ba ga goom ba gi) This is Dr. Trevis can you hear me?
(BA GA GOOM BA GI) You must stay focused you must focus your mind
(BA GA GOOM BA GI) > repeats 14 times to various jungle/bird sounds
> Redman continues to chant explosions are heard
Sound of heavy machinery something crashing
More explosions and/or things crashing
Sounds get louder and quicker, drowning out chant
Sound of ripping/machinery, lion roars
More crash sounds, lion roars, chanting heard again
Lion roars, crash, machinery
[intro ends]
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" (3X)
"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"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" (3X)
"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
"I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
"I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
Verse One:
Aiyyo, I got a slight problem I smoke weed too much
Knees buckle the -uck up when I'm splittin my dutch
Back up back up! Ain't nobody hittin for free
It's just E Doubl-E, Keith Murray, and me
It cost twenty if you're down with it
Aiyyo son I ride around with my hooptie tinted
to ride around blitted
Cause I be feenin for that pookie
I smoke the good shhh, save the backyard boogie for all groupies
And I be, smokin up the hotel lobby
Between mo' sheets than the Isleys, I'm high G
I'm holdin it down for the B-Rrrah-I-C
K, blaze, tell you to get bluhh politely
(Hit the funky if you're riding around gettin blitz)
Ask me if I love the rap game -- I, I'm loving it
Cause I can do what the OWW/-uck I feel is real
Blaze the poot with D. Don and tell UHH to get the dillz
Chorus: repeat 2X
I smoke on and on on, ya don't stop
I'm gettin mad -ucked up and ya don't stop
To all my real dogs, all my real pals
who ain't smokin, get the -uck owwwwt
Verse Two:
I just love tokin, blackin out like Tame in the open
Of course I got the raw dog no need to stick your nose in
Gave you a straight up shotgun when we was smokin
Froze you so fast -- you looked it like Madonna Vogue-in
AwwwwuhhhhH! I got the shhh to get your whole click high
We can get high, but act funny and I'ma whip out
And they gon' whip out, and blow notes like Michel'le
Cause you tried to jump the cipher and it goes THISSAWAY
Chorus
[singing] Smoke buddha, smoke buddha...
*clang* The song you're about to hear, is sponsored by
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Niggaz against smokin weed in public places
A subdivision of *clang* IKSRFO
I'm knockin somebody right the fuck out!
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