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from Redman - Redman Presents...Reggie [Explicit Version] (2010)
[Intro: Redman {unknown}]
Ay what's good man? {What's good?} Yessir {Mm-hmm!} Love hip-hop baby {Love that music baby} Where all my peoples at out there? All my ladies, all my fellas Make some noise out there! I just love music nigga {Hell yeah} Yessir {Uh-huh!} Michael Jackson, we love you dog [Redman (Faith)] Hey! I wake up, open my eyes, and light the aroma And then I get my, ahh-stretch up and mornin yawnin Yeah, I'm ready to grind wit'chu on my mind Cause (all I do is for you) Yo, I love how you make me feel when I'm broke Make it clear when I smoke, my career on the ropes So I, reappear and then I clear my throat Nigga (all I do is for you) Yo, since a DJ at 15, I was a young gun Music disciplined me, now I'm a M-16 And all my dreams are turned into cream Cause (all I do is for you) Yeah, my heart's in it, weight up, shit and sleep in it My pen put an end to any track you give me in the clinic YEAH I, gets it in, rude bwoy I ain't finished nigga (All I do is for you) [Chorus: Faith Evans] How, I listen to you when I'm drivin Time and time you're always on my mind and I'm talkin 'bout my music (All I do is for you) Keeps me lookin good when I'm barren Hot as the sky when I'm blazin It keeps me focused on my end (All I do is for you) Oh, it starts when I feel the flow I'll be, into, overload Talkin 'bout music (All I do is for you) It's sometimes critical It starts when I feel the flow I'm talkin 'bout music ('bout music) I'm talkin 'bout music [Redman (Faith)] Yessir! When I fly, I got Dr. Dre headphones Playin T.I. and lookin in the sky, high Think about when I land what I'ma buy Cause (all I do is for you) Yo, my boys hit the mall, I'm at the record store I'm buyin my like 15th "Off the Wall" MJ, hey! I hope you hearin this song (All I do is for you) Yo, I had the moonwalk down when I was 17 Now I rock and light blocks like Billie Jean Whether you "Black or White" you gon' scream baby (All I do is for you) Yo, and I "Remember the Time" another part of me Was like "Leave Me Alone," I'm "B-A-D" I opened up, now my music my "P.Y.T." Believe that girl (all I do is for you) let's go! [Chorus] [Faith and Redman ad lib to end] |
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from Redman - Redman Presents...Reggie [Explicit Version] (2010)
[Redman]
Uhh, chka-yeah Chka-UHH, chka-yeah Ladies and gentlemen Saukrates! [Chorus 2X: Saukrates] Have you ever been so proud in your life You livin on your own cloud in the sky Wanna take e'rybody wit'chu Forget one, lemme get two [Redman] Yeah! Yo, hey I love travellin and seein people Showin the ignorant my color skin is equal I like tryin different thai food and seafood Makin my episode of life another sequel I like flyin on Delta and Continental First class, playin them elevator instrumentals I'm in the window, got on my headphones Listenin to Big Pun and Wyclef Jean It's like Exxon, I get gassed up I shuffle 'round the board like Cassius That's us when the plane land, hey man It ain't hard cause I can do it like a caveman Fix my Ray-Bans, I hit the hotel Do my show, get my money, hit the hotel Sittin at the hotel like "Oh well!" I call shorty that I met today at Modell's Go girl, it's like we in The Matrix I'm in a new city, with suitcases I'm overseas with bills with new faces And if you're not about that you need a facelift Yup! [Chorus] [Saukrates] Lemme get two, lemme get two [3X] Lemme get two, bartender lemme get two Yo If it's a high life you seekin then you say it Cause how the hell you gonna win the game if you ain't playin? I'm in Monaco, swimmin in the deep end with 3 dimes, this ain't dominos Well maybe it was, I set 'em up to knock 'em down and go The skeletons in the closet, I'm makin a new deposit She was never so erotic 'til we got to the ex-o-tic -tic, now I'm thinkin That this time bomb is about to explode Got me wishin that it was different than money, contradiction is funny I just told y'all to play the game if y'all wan' eat The truth is it's what you make it That's why I got my baby girl naked Long before I bought them tickets to Turks and Caicos We love each other, beyond under covers That's why I'm feelin so high like them Wright brothers Fly, I hope it never take material For you to get yo' Applejax cereal, here we go [Chorus] [Saukrates] Lemme get two, lemme get two [3X] Lemme get two, bartender lemme get two [Redman] I'm on vacation BEITCH! And I'm flyin high |
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from Redman - Redman Presents...Reggie [Explicit Version] (2010)
[Redman (DJ Kool)]
(YEAH BOY!) Gilla House in the buildin nigga (DJ Kool, eh-HEH) You already! (Rrrah, rrrah) AOWWWW (Ten seconds) They said I don't belong up in here and shit (AIYYYO! Five seconds) (EH-HEH, EH-HEH, EH) We gon' do it like this nigga This that syrup niggaz got lean on You wan' be like Reggie? Dream on You pissed off baby? Don't get peed on Cause mayne, I run thangs like creamed corn I'm like Kee-nan, Wayan, 170 Heavy on the black like ebony Money in the bank? Yeah boy, it better be 70's baby, check out my melody Places I be at? Y'all don't be there Too busy up in the club drinkin Pierre Hoods love me, and the people in Italy yeah Only way you get through the hood is through e-mail Number one, boy on the tranks, I rank on it I'ma keep it hood and Tyra can Bank on it And where I be, you niggaz got bank on it Spit hot shit like the mic got a make on it [Chorus] That's where I be [4X] That's where I be all day [3X] That's where I be [DJ Kool] EH-HEH, EH HEH!! Aiyyo Check this out ch'eah I'm just here to let 'em know We the kind of guys who get rowdy y'anmean? Listen, wherever you be, we be aight? Whatever you ready to do, we ready to do Wherever you party at? We party at Wherever you be, I be, let's go!! [Redman] Yo, when I'm in N.Y., I'm Uptown On 1-4-5 fresh pair of Uptowns I just scored me a mami, touchdown Original, Gunn Clappah, Bucktown Ohhh! I love to kick it in Cali My Compton girl tattooed me on her fatty She said, "I know you've got hoes in the Valley Kris Kross me you gon' see the Mack Daddy" I said yo, I gotta go to Miami But my boys sold pounds so I'd feel a little milli' I bagged me a XXL, (Eye Candy) A little bling bling got me (Fresh) like (Mannie) I ride through the A with a chick, dirty Southside Philly know I get it on early Any hood I'm in, I'm never in a hurry I stand there chest out, and I rep Jersey [Chorus] [DJ Kool] LADIES!! If you in the club right now Posted up at the bar Gettin yo' FULL drink on Aiyyo, that's where I be, UH-HUH! Aiyyo fellas, now you in the club Poppin big bottles Makin it rain ALL OVER THE PLACE Ay nigga let me tell you somethin right now That's where I be!! (Gilla House) |
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from Faith Evans - Something About Faith (2010)
Yes sir! Faith is in the building!
Ladies and Gentlemen I just got off work and I'm about to get my party on. How about you? Yo Faith! Let's go! I've been working hard every day This time is hard and I got bills to pay I got so much responsibility And I deserve to dance the night away Let it go and let the music take you 'Cause we came in through all night until the day Are you feeling what the beat does to you? Just let it through you Send a message to the DJ [Chorus:] 'Cause I know that you came to party So move your body to the floor Get you back up on the wall 'Cause I know that you came to party So move your body to the floor Get you back up on the wall It's Friday night let the party begin Leave your stress out at the door Have no worries on the dance floor DJ want you please play my favorite song? Nothing can go wrong [Chorus:] 'Cause I know that you came to party So move your body to the floor Get you back up on the wall 'Cause I know that you came to party So move your body to the floor Get you back up on the wall One time two times STOP I came to party I'm a G male Tell you female I just parked up in a hot Ferrari Look it mummy she likes my style How's to party how I keep down Kick your booty then I skip town Go ridiculous go get drawn I'm a hot male now Too hard to handle Back in the party in a limo Jimmy shoe tattoo on the sandal Race on in a bake it's just a gamble Yeah we're famou' and we get it in Stand in the mirror acting like skin Boy when I spin I blow the... 'Cause I came to party like... [Chorus:] 'Cause I know that you came to party {Just turn your hands up} So move your body to the floor Get you back up on the wall 'Cause I know that you came to party {You came to feel the groove} So move your body to the floor {Take it to the floor} Get you back up on the wall Get your back up on the wall You came to party Just move your body We ain't stopping in here baby RedMan in the building Faith in the building Light one up if you're feeling this joint in here 'Cause I know I am Hey! Let us go! |
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from Method Man, Redman - Blackout! 2 (2009)
<i>[Intro: Redman (Method Man) {stage people}]</i>
D.C. make some God damn noise {You got, you got Meth mic, right?} {We can only fix one mic at a time} {Ok, he got Meth, mic?} (Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome you) (To the Redman & Method Man show) Yes sir, yes sir <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, when you see smoke in the air Two hot boys that put coke in your ear Fuck pimp, I wanna get dope of the year Til I die and I smoke with a lear Boost my career, and bare arms heavy What you trynna get, I was there already Yeah, I'm a wise ass, take one to know one Asshole Academy, yeah I'm the spokesman Talk that greasy, on the north TV Even pigs love the Boss Hog CD What you find hard, I do it easy I can see why the next guy wanna be me Yeah, I'm a problem, ya'll can't solve 'em Straight up bitch like Cartman mama Keep a 'brown fox' like the 'ill na na' B.O. 2, bitch, we bring the drama <i>[Chorus: Redman]</i> How the fuck ya'll feeling tonight? How the fuck ya'll feeling tonight? For real <i>[Method Man]</i> Yup, I think my mind playing tricks on me I hold the weight like my name set the smith on me It's Meth & Doc, nigga, back on that, homey Back on the strip, how many women wanna strip for me? This nigga spit, don't he? My flow is heavy As Katrina when she broke the levy's, real as they get, whoadie Ya'll better get to know me, I'm top notch Got a thing for the top spot, too hot for you to hold me When niggas ugly you gotta cut me a dime Little Asian honey is funny, she love me long time Get this money, if you don't mind, got money on my mind Cuz I'm hungry, never dummy, the sun forever shine, nigga If you rolling with us, then throw your hands up We need Bricks and Staten Island to stand up Here's your chance, my niggas, go 'head and man up Blunt Brothers, see we at a level they can't touch <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Redman (Method Man) {both}]</i> Yo, Redman (Method Man) back in the building (We can ship gold) fuck one million (Underground rap) That's what you hearing {Middle finger up like fuck ya'll feelings} {Yeah, yeah, fuck ya'll feelings} That's how it sound when them boys be wheeling {Yeah, yeah, fuck ya'll feelings} (Niggas can't eat, then it's back to robbing and stealing) Give it up, nigga! |
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from Method Man, Redman - Blackout! 2 (2009)
<i>[Intro: Redman (Method Man)]</i>
"This is for, all my smokers" Whoo, one more, just keep the thing at the end of it Alright, give me one more time on the count of three 1, 2, 3 "This is for, all my smokers" (Yo, ya'll done made the album, you heard) Yes sir "This is for, all my smokers" "This is for, all my smokers" <i>[Redman]</i> Aiyo, Meth, what's up, nigga? <i>[Method Man]</i> Doc, what's really good? Got that bush and that Backwood, light up in any hood Yup, I'm that hood, my brother, love me some Cali kush Never thought that little bush in that baggie would have me hooked I'm a pothead, everyone look, and point your fingers At the bad guys, with the cottonmouths and glass eyes Huh, fuck it, I'm that high, I'm blowing smoke clouds Got my head in the clouds, fuck it, I'm that fly Doc, what's up, nigga? <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, you know how I bust Find me drunk, fucked up at the Cannabis Cup For those who don't smoke, get the middle finger up You smoke more than us, nigga, it's beginner's luck My truck, ride with 5-0 eyes on it It's like the blunt, when you ain't got five on it I challenge any opponent, who wanna smoke? We can puff til our voice get lower than Tone Loc, like <i>[Chorus: Redman (Method Man)]</i> Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't nobody smoking more than me, up in here (Aiyo, pump this shit, you get high off this here, because) "This is for, all my smokers" (I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here) Aiyo, bump this, bitch, you get high off this here, because) "This is for, all my smokers" <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, I'm like oh my God, oh my God I start growing sour dies' in my home garage Now niggas on the block, say I'm on my job Cuz now I rock more chains than Amistad This my 'entourage', this not HBO A bitch see me, she like, oh there he go You can smoke with the bro, if you got ass and nice tits But fuck you, with that, I'm 'high off of life' shit <i>[Method Man]</i> They tried to make me go to rehab, no Tell my P.O. that I ain't trying let the weed bag, go You can catch me in the whip, pushing the seats back slow My chick's a Rican, that mean she off the meat rack, though Look ma, I'm eating, cuz when it's time to get that dough I sink my teeth in, and turn around and spit that flow They call me beasting, I monster the booth, so in the cut I leave 'em bleeding, little swag', with some Miss Dashing season <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Method Man]</i> I got flavors, I major, baby, send in the troops That Johnny Blaze ya, leave dashes in your Timberland boots Can't fuck with haters, just mad I got a pocket of loot I'm chasing papers, ya'll try'nna be a rock in my shoe I'm a father, I don't drink with kids, these youngers thinking they hard I think harder than they think they is I'm by as proper as my English is, and hope I did my thing Before I die, for the things I did <i>[Redman]</i> Everybody light it up and smoke with your man And cigarette smokers, change ya game plan Cuz this is for all my, marijuana smokers Backwoods, Swisher sweets, and Dutch rollers Yeah, I pull over, start pulling out money Cuz I by weed, like everyday 420 You know what else funny, I found was so gutter I'm Cheech and Chong brother, just got different mothers <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Method Man, Redman - Blackout! 2 (2009)
Everybody just scream!
<i>[Intro: Redman (Method Man) {Keith Murray}]</i> Gilla House, aiyo, Meth, nigga? (What up?) Aiyo, Keith Murray, nigga, pass the muthafucking weed, nigga {Meth, got that joint} (Nah, you got that shit, nigga, stop playing) You know how I do when I come in the muthafucking building, man Redman, nigga "Everybody just scream!" <i>[Redman]</i> Call your moms on the phone, it's the jam I got jet ski's that ride over land Since a young buck had fire in my hands When I was bumping "Roxanne, Roxanne" I got gin and an O.J. Rock 'friday' to 'next friday' like O'Shea Hit the west coast, six four on tray Doctor Bombay, sick flow all day I don't play fair, niggas can't see me That's why I make it do what it do, baby, yeah You want some, yeah, niggas hit the floor When I kick in the door, wave in the four four For sure, Uncle Snoop, where's the coupe? Cuz I keep a hoe fighting like New York and Hoopz Strap up your boots, move around Pick it up like engine number nine It's mine, homey, Tech, what's good? And it ain't hard to tell how I rep my hood You a beast like me, rep your hood Sign the check when I mic check, one-two <i>[Chorus: all]</i> West Coast niggas love getting it started Down South niggas love getting it started East Coast niggas love getting it started But when we in the house shit get retarded When we in the house shit get retarded When we in the house shit get retarded We came to finish what ya'll done started "Everybody just scream!" <i>[Keith Murray]</i> Aiyo, fuck your prognosis on who's the dopest You get skate like super chronic holitosis If you looking for beef, you know you gon' get it Got ya'll niggas yellin' 'callin' the cops, get the paramedics' Keith Murray, Method Man, Redman Hip hop got Barack in his B-Boy stance Like a nigga with no legs, you don't stand a chance Against the Wu-Tang, Def Squad, L.O.D. wardance One glance, watch Keith Murray hop out In a hurry, cold like a McFlurry No Mickey D's, show me the money like Jerry Maguire L.O.D. for hire, I'm ready I rep Strong Island, bums get rushed I pack house like Biggie in Notorious We warriors, who the fuck are you? I pop an E and the gun go Pikachu Niggas know how deep the crew, get at me I'm nasty, but I went from ashy to classy Got badunkadunks waving all at me Cuz I be, doing my thing and making everybody scream <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Method Man]</i> Yo, Brick City, Staten, Long Island, we back More violent on the track, black talent and a gat Bomb shit, like a nigga wilding in Iraq See the truth of the fact, niggas lying in they raps Me? I'm a diamond in the rough in the cut Like paroxide, got mine frying in the Dutch Forget about your top 5, try and top mines Take shine like I got mine ironing your guts You know I keep it fired up, fire in the hole To the game, old and tired, I be tired when I'm old I'm trying to keep it hot like the pile up in the stove While these rappers losing power putting powder in they nose Meth, Keith Murray and Redman, yo Fuck you and your mama on a headband, hoe You can call the kid a modern day Van Gogh Take the art to a place where the fake can't go My chain and my pants hang low Got my own namebrand, I'm the man made, bro Cash in advance, I'mma blow up with the dough Whoa ho ho, don't let me like slow up with flow <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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from Method Man, Redman - Blackout! 2 (2009)
I wanna deal, with a bigger asshole
The streets, it's coming down hard We got to get our shit together We always had music, eating off the game Like you was never gon' run dry, that ain't no business (No other game is run so disorganized Look around you, every hood that's taking care of business Is together, dig it, tight?) I can't spend my life running away For what it's worth, how much dirt can I get done in a day? I got, clip in the AK (a blunt in the tray) I'm a beast (Fuck the police) N.W.A. Ya'll play this game that the huster's play And if you dress in the metrosexual way, then muthafucka, you gay Ya'll can save this drama for Kay Slay, like who's fucking my chick Or writing books about sucking my dick Now I don't give a fuck what they say, 'cause once I put on my cool They see my life and wanna put on my shoes Top of the world, ma, look at your dude I dig a chick with an attitude, but I don't let her cook up my food It's like these young niggas hugging the strip Who got the power to move bricks and buildings never loving the bitch Stripping with game, ya'll can guzzle a sip, ain't nothing change My niggas is off the chain, and we don't muzzle the pit, a-ha "Can I get a suuuuuuuu?" "Aiyo, this bounce right here for all my Wu-Tang muthafuckas in the house, tonight" Soon as I, pick up my pen, I begin my flow I close my eyes then write rhymes in a Blackout mode My uzi, weigh over a ton, CD plays over I do my crime with baking soda, with no odor Pull out like boat motor streams, crack your shoulder wing Def Squad decoder ring, psychopath bordering My dogs shitting on your lawn, while you watering Pay the fine, audit him and shit on your lawn again D.O.C. get it, C.O.D., my hood P.O.P., nigga, N.J. deep, baby Jersey state of mind, Method Man, lock 'em in Ya'll niggas give a fuck, punk, we the opposite, yup I hear you gossiping, 'cause we on Just because I rock, don't mean I'm made of stone My bones is sturdy, I wake up to get it early When I bully the streets, my Co-D is Keith Murray In a hurry, back down, the boy roll with us This how it sound when them boys is transmitted Bricks to Staten Island, where babies turn into killers That's why my Cadillac bare more arms than caterpillars, let's get it "Can I get a suuuuuuuu?" "Aiyo, this bounce right here for all my Wu-Tang muthafuckas in the house, tonight" |
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from Method Man, Redman - Blackout! 2 (2009)
Turn the beat up a little bit
Got to get that part, baby I'mma do it like this, baby, I don't give a fuck, baby Yo, yo I walk in the spot, and I see niggas standing 'round So I ask what's going down Got a girl in the back, a blunt in the mouth And a chain on my neck, hang to the ground Hey, I said how you feel? Baby look tough with a gangsta grill I ain't rich, but I pay my bill I'm like Jay, I'm trying to drop me 'a mil' My hood tripping, chrome wheel whipping With all these hoes, you can tell I'm slipping Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimping Yeah, yo, let's be clear You're unaware what's in the underwear She said 'yeah', I said 'yeah' Pulled the purp' out and put it in the air [Chorus] Aiyo, I smell something burning up So I throw it up, and I put it in the air (Tell that DJ, turn it up While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air) {Higher, we gon' take it, higher, watch me move it Higher, we put money in the air} Put, put, put, put Put it in the air When I come up in the club, and I see my niggas on the wall And I'm like 'yo, what's wrong with ya'll ?' Got these girls in the spot, and I don't care if she a bird or not Cause I ain't really trynna talk to ya'll Got a pocket full of stones, grown with a pocket full of bones I'm a class act, I follow with the chrome Lane switching, got your misses on the phone Baby girl, turn ya head and teeth missing out her comb Look, I want this money off the books Little kush, and a Playboy bunny that can cook You wan't the truth? Man, you fucking with a crook But these niggas want the juice, now they fucking up the jooks Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't muthafucking care Cause the green is the only thing puffin' over here So be clear, put this bug up in your ear Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air [Chorus] A dude like me, keep a boom boom in the truck So you hear Doc rolling up Middle finger in the air, to my haters, yo, what's up? You can tell Doc fuck shit up Hey, nigga, I'm so hood My hand on the pump, niggas understood Bitch, I'm no good, I swear Light shit up like Times Square, put it in the air I got a bottle of Patron, I'm the only one that spent that cash But everybody try to get they glass Now we can all have a drink, if you trying to put some dough in the bank But if not, ya'll can kiss my ass I need a, Cinderella that can give me the loot Better yet, a French vanilla that can give me the scoop Oh yeah, just so we clear, put this bug up in your ear Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air [Chorus] |
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from Method Man, Redman - Blackout! 2 (2009)
<i>[Intro: Method (Redman)]</i>
Deeper than Atlantis (yeah) I pray like a prayin mantis (yeah) It's all day (yeah!) Doc and Meth nigga (Red and Meth's in the motherfuckin buildin yo) Brick City, yeah! Staten Island, yeah! Let's go (oh, yup! Let's go, yo) <i>[Chorus: Redman]</i> Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block And my sound's so loud it'll make a nigga STOP He recognize who remains on top Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo' Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block And my sound's so loud it'll make a bitch STOP She recognize who remains on top Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo' <i>[Redman]</i> Y'all already know nigga... Yo, it's Funk Doc, my style never change Boy I think I still got it, like Eddie Cane Cause, nights like this, I bring the pain Introducin 11th member of Wu-Tang, Liu Kang Doc's spittin, fire out the palms Sign the check and, me and the world get it on If rap fail, you can bet I'm doin porn My Mobb is Deep, we know how to ride in the (Storm) I'm like Vince Vaughn, I keep it (Old School) For the family I go to war like two-twos Throw it on YouTube, tell 'em I'm ready Biggie said he got room for me when I'm ready Fast lane livin, Mario Andretti Greasy lookin like them characters in "Belly" Close your eardrums, this a recordin Don't be unaware like the mayor of New Orleans, nigga! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Method Man]</i> These niggaz, wanna be Biggie, niggaz wanna be Tupac The only problem niggaz is you not - look I got this two-shot dillinger, one shot for killin ya If you ain't la familia nigga, I'm not feelin ya Tsst, hot; wheelie the block, watch the billin We are hip-hop, real and you not, lock the buildin Got them Ziplocks, ounces of weed, countin some G's up in this bitch spot, a nigga like me, I don't do tight tees or flip-flops, been a goon since the womb And my dad had that herringbone chain with the spoons Check the wristwatch - deposit the guns Ain't hard to tell that he a big shot - don't plot on my ones I carry the (Faith) like Big 'Pac ??I carry the weight See y'all don't get too carried away, and pay me what my salary say Ha, Meth Doc, gettin that guap Fuck your feelings, this is hard rock, stirrin the pot Watch me get 'em with this, hah <i>[Chorus w/ Redman ad libs]</i> <i>[Redman]</i> Yeah, aiyyo, get that rap game on lock, NOTHIN Rhymes like ours need E on production Lil' kids listenin, we might corrupt 'em (Public Enemy), Chuck D can't trust 'em Name ain't Justin, but I rock (Timberlands) Doctor, right, with the penicillin in Get it? New Jersey Drive like midget Ask five-oh and Dee-Bo how I whip it Yo Meth, can you kick it? <i>[Method Man]</i> Yes I can And the (Kid) stay (Frost) like a Mexican What's good vatos? Crops and candy cane, I got those 357's and three dice, I shot those Every rapper talkin 'bout he hot, he not though Hate to bust bubbles but that's what niggaz get popped fo' Look - I got my glove, bat and ball Catch me pitchin in the trap slingin drug raps and all Let's go! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Redman]</i> Ha ha! |
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from Method Man, Redman - A-Yo [single] (2009) | |||||
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 5 - The Hit Men (2009)
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 - |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 3 - It Takes Two PT 1 (2009)
Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together going all not together it don't take much to please me Still homes are never satisfy like the stones we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out time for some action, surfin the avenue mad at you, where I used to battle crews back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in got us bustin off these pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I'm gone. [Verse Two: Redman] I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown suckers break like Turbo in no zone, when I, grab the broom moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true) three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car right behind on the boss Haters don't touch, weigh us both up now my neighbor doped up got the cable hooked up. All channels lift my shirt all Mammal you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos. sawed off shotgun hand on the pump, sippin on a forty smokin on a blunt bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaa yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaaa |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 3 - It Takes Two PT 1 (2009)
Taking it from the top?
Tippy? Tippy? How High? The Ultimate High [Method Man] Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck want to die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, hmm Blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects I represent the Shaolin my nigga Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down [Redman] While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse When I raise my trigga finga all why'all niggaz hit the decks! Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide [Method Man] 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door Tical bring it to that ass raw Breakin all the rules like glass jaws Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours Fucka, we don't need no rap tour I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture More than you bargained for Tical, that stays open like an all night store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill And end your existence, M-E-T Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D [Redman] I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts I shift like a clutch with the Ruck Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough Your shit broke down, light your flare Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares 6 million ways to die, so I chose Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man (Tical) hit me now Bitches use to play me now they can't forget me now Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock Empty off a licking off a hip hop Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot? [Chorus] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor spock smoking Buddha on a train How high? So high that I can kiss the sky How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed How high? So High that I can kiss the sky How sick? So Sick that you can suck my dick [Method Man] Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin O Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin dome piece Plus I got no love for the beast Hailin from the big East Coast Where niggaz pack toast Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats [Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped] As I run around with a racist My style was born in the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic He talk about it while I live it If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it [Redman] Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic Rollin blunts an all day habit I get it on like Smif'n'Wes Punks take a sip and test Who split your vest The funk phenomenon I'm bombin you like Lebanon Blow canals of Panama Just off stamina Styles not to be fucked with, or played with Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches Hitting switches, Twisting wigs with Fat radical mathematical type scriptures I dig up in your planets like Diga, Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens Fuck the marines, I got machines To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine I fly more heads than Continental Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks I breaks em up proppa Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya' Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg Look, I got the tools like Rickle To make your mind tickle For the nine nickle (Yo Red, yo Red!) Punk ass pussy ass [You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it] Word up Tical, We Out (It's over) |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 1 (DJ Bring That Back) (2008-1997) (2009)
[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 |
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from Beanie Sigel - The B.Coming (2005)
(feat. Redman)
(Beanie Sigel) One shot deal, one shot one kill Hit you with the one shot skill Bullets lift you up like you poppin on the wheel Feel I can't die when I'm poppin on the pill So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain Shooters on the block slinging P last name Outta hot pink thangs like Camron Range The cocaine cowboy at work I put ya niggaz in the dirt for one like Dirt Concealed hammer won't jam or won't chirp Catch you on my second merk Fresh outta jail, ice grill gat to smirk Bitches on the waste can't serve 'em ROC without Jay won't work? Shit like we ain't here Actin like SP ain't here How ya'll niggaz can't see that clear? Clear? Yeah, slow all the way down young scrapper Pump ya brakes real fast, before ya crash Crack ya head on the dash I put ya body in a cast, keep my shotty on blast Hard heads don't get the picture until they see the flash You ain't ballin, you pump faking Till you found in ya trunk naked Four pound to ya crown like, "Where the paper?" B. Sig, cold crook, I trap paper like notebook When the hot water disappear like when coke cook Then resurface, its Sig. Berk-owitz, bitch I'm sick Leave that ass like Dama Sig. heat that ass like sauna Stretch ya body out like recliner Stretch my middle finger to your honor like, "Fuck the world", thats my persona, love drama Drop a building like Osama, you vagina I know you wish you never met me like Carl Thomas Try to forget me like all silence Fuckin with a vet be, all problems I'm not about the threats B, I'm all promise Before "The Truth", position in the booth As a young scrap, I was vicious as a youth Kept a gat moving pigeons in the Coupe You was strapped, then positioned on the stoop Stay strapped, put my pistol on shoot Mac take ya "Juice" like Bishop on the roof I had ya pissing in ya trunk like a roof Bullets hit ya chest like a blunt rolled loose I'm that corn liquor nigga, 100 proof I bring the storm, all you niggaz lace ya boots Better yet, pull out ya strings, make a noose Hang yaself, here's a deuce deuce, bang yaself like Cheddar Bob I'm in the hood like S-T-tall cat-Crooked Letter-I S-P-C-O, nigga yes I (Redman) Yes I (Beanie Sigel) Matta fact (Redman) Yeah, Yeah (Beanie Sigel) Bring it back (Redman) Bring it back, me, Doc, America's blunted Not from there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted Drop and roll, when my biscuit boil Talk is greasy, toungue with Crisco oil Streets is mine, check my flow online At ww.cutanigga.com Bricks, two on the hip, reach for the sky You and ya Burberry suit is buried alive On top of the Empire, dare me to dive (Weeeeeee) there I go, no parachute Jackass like Knoxville, hot as Cancun Chest hair is baboon, Redman rip the show I be the raw in ya bitches nose She be goin to the bathroom, sniffing blow Like, "Oh Docta shit, my man a joke" I know, I be strapped with a double 4-4 And a Slim Jim to open ya Cadillac door In the Bricks you hear them guns Rat-a-tat-BOOM Any nigga get X'ed out like Tic-Tac-Toe Any bitch that know, Redman goin the distance We ain't tryin to get fucked for instance When you bust baby, gon light the insence Pass me the rag, hop back in the Jag I stole out the showroom with the pricetag I wrote this rhyme off 25 blunt drags Hear that sound (whoosh), leave a block hunchback Killa House, understand prick We ain't gon stop till we "RICH BITCH" Holla back, Redman, Beanie Sigel Killa House |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
Yo Redman is the COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEST shit I done fuckin heard!
(Yeah, hahaha... this is Dr. Trevis, comin to y'all motherfuckers live) <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, I'm spittin my rhymes, we gonna get you To bump the music to break your neck to (Yo yo yo yo, ay ay ay) Yeah (Y'all muh'fuckers ain't ready) Yo, when I spit my rhymes, we gonna get you To bump the music to break your neck to You want the hard shit, nigga let me connect you It's 1-800-YO-GILLA; feel me flow I open doors for the newcomers I show you how to rock the mic, pull yo' pants up and do somethin I lay my hats where my boots stompin Whether Jersey or Australia with kangaroo jumpin Yeah, I feel that hip-hop's gone My pen catch attitudes, it cry in a song I laugh cause I'm a vet, and still get the guap as strong as any nigga, I ain't alarmed Yes y'all, it's the Doc, I'm back on my business With jizz for, real niggaz and my bitches I got my hands on my steerin wheel and stick shift Drivin by nigga, pissin on yo' picnic <i>[Chorus 2X: Redman]</i> One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin straight from the.."} One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin straight from the.."} One time for your motherfuckin mind Gilla House, is back in the buildin <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, yo I'm back on my grizzly, set the bear trap We don't work for Nike but sure can (Air) a mac My pen game tight in the hood like hair wraps You a (40 Year Old Virgin), gettin hair waxed Now, Reggie Noble '07 internation-al My girl got guns in her speghetti-strap gown If you love hip-hop, where my people at now? Relax now, got it mapped down, Gilla House I jump in the crowd (ohhhhhhhhhh!) Whenever I do it I do it loud, grown man style Since I was a child butt-naked I knew I would grow to be the one {?} on record <i>[Chorus w/ ad libs]</i> Ride nigga! |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area Gilla House niggas! <i>[Reggea adlib]</i> <i>[Hook]</i> "Want you to know, ya" 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez "Can you understand?" 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez <i>[Redman]</i> Hey yo move out, roll in Haters out, hoes in Walk in the club, low brim Hanging out like clothes pins I hustle flow/ do my show/ attract women Keep that heat and the John Lennon Boy you won't catch me arguin' Brick City, that's right! Hood down, hands up! Red "Lord of the Ring" (clean?), lookin' for that Precious I'm talking weed and women, when the trouble come I'm 'bout it Shit I'd rather get caught with my gun then get caught without it It's Gilla House nigga, you know we here to smoke DJ keep it Kool, Reggie let me UH-HAH clear my throat When I'm in yo' town man', you better act a fool Turn your college dorm to Rodney Dangerfield- Back to School! <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Ready Roc]</i> 'Round here we blow treez (blow treez) 'Til our nose bleed Started with a quarter then slowly smoked up a O-Z Ready keep it raw like a nigga ordered a whole ki' "Nigga let me hit ya blunt" Nah, you don't know me Gilla! Gilla House and Gotti click Bang like karate flicks Duck when the shotty spit Or land in a pile of shit Known to make you cowards bleed Smokin' on that Sour Dies' That cali weed's So funky we call it cottage cheese I'm in the powered V-12 Look at all these females Jockin' me cuz of all the records that we sell Got them pounds for retail Hit me on my email And drop bombs dot com, yo who need L's? <i>[Hook]</i> Yo, yo my bud'll do ya Method Man constant drug abuser Occasional boozer And I'm slick as Rick the Ruler I piss in the sewer Underground man, I spits manure Plus make maneuvers With Doc/ That sixteen shot/ Ruger Is back on your block/ blastin' a shot/ like screw ya Fuck everybody that knew ya My dogs are Oogka-Dupa They Bark and they bite I Darken your life Muthafuckas slippin' like wearing Gators Walking on ice This is New Edition, I'm Hot Tonite I spit it right/ ya Gots to like Tell Sean Paul I Gots a light One in the head, Stop ya life Huh, my niggas stay on the block/ Slingin' them rocks/ until the Cops (indict?) Ya heard <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Reggae adlib]</i> |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
Yeah
(I can feel your fire) When you niggas feel cold and your flows ain't got it no more nigga?! (I can feel your fire) Yeah nigga, you know what it is nigga, Gilla House nigga Yo check me out yo yo yo Red gone wild, more stunts than a fog I A buncha wild drunk niggas yellin' raw ha!! While you tryna get your weight up, but we on fire Gilla House don't die, leave da spot bone dry I want it all, are and E-D-M-A N, cock the semi A little henny in me It's like ya black hawk down I blast like a skinny Roll up ta the jam and party like little Penny My watch ain't for showin' time, it's for show and tell And I got it for sellin' dimes on A-O-L I'm off the hook, lookin' young, you gray as hell You off the hook cause punk you ain't pay your bills Redman, a truth nigga, put my name on it Gilla House, die harder than John McClane on it I'm smokin' sour diesel, gettin' head on my couch From a chick that resemble Rosie Perez in the mouth Simon Says swallow it ma, (Knock) don't spit it out Y'all got fat, I got a plan for y'all slimmin' down I ain't playin' no games nigga, I'm a take it there Break it there, Visine your block, till I make it clear, nigga?! (I can feel your fire) When you niggas gettin' cold and your flows ain't got it no more you like (I can feel your fire) Brick city on my back, Doc Grizzley on the track, have ya hood sayin' (I can feel your fire) East coast, west coast, down south, world wide, everybody like (I can feel your fire) Welcome me back like Carter, welcome back the father Keep it gutta, your problems, Bitch! |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
Redman in the house, ya don't stop
Gilla House in the house, ya don't stop Def Squad in the house, ya don't stop Wu Tang in the house, ya don't stop Hip-Hop in the house, ya don't stop Redman gotta light that green People always say, "What the hell does that mean?" Wussup homeboy I'm a muhfuckin' rider Custom made Airs and my shoes never tied up Hardcore shit, do it eazier than wider While you sittin' home gettin' baby mama drama Jersey, Uptown - go pick my weed up Broke? I aint turning your C to a D cup Bitch I'm a G! I never give my keys up Not even half if you didn't sign a pre-nupt Watch how we thump I'm 'bout my bid-ness You about to go downtown like the shiznit Witness! Yeah boy I get ya dumb like white people lookin' for weird noise Hood down, got B. Smalls on my white tee And my chain look like an italian icee Redman nigga Grind like brakes Cause I'm after that cake Like Steadman nigga! <i>[Hook]</i> Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle And everywhere I go I kick a freestyle And every time I move these women freestyle Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle Redman gotta light that green People always say, "What the hell does that mean?" Okay yo, I got Bricks in the building Young kids out here, flip ya like Wilson Pilgrim! There it is The block is Tina Marie, yeah I'm on my square biz Turn up the kid like volume ten And you could brown-nose me 'til the album in You was hot when your style was in Now ya lookin' at Gilla, "I wish I was down with them" No time to turn back, I keep my eyes focused Slow like I'm on the I-95 smoking Like Ocean's Twelve When I'm postin' smell My zip lock when the red line open Fat girls like, "Yo that's my hero." Enough of them to pull a Five-Five-Zero Incog-negro, after the cream I'm in your hood like (WatchTime?) magazine I mean, for bullshit my nose keen And only takes one hit to get in those jeans It's not your ass, girl it's your brain Now when I hit it I keep the chicken lo mein Back on the train like "Who the hell are you?" I'm Doc, I bring heat like number 32 Brick city niggas, yeah yeah a rider La-La-La don't steal my damn lighter See I'm on point, never catch me slippin' Storch on the track, watch how Reggie rip it Sniff it, you'll know it's on again Walked in this muhfucka like I own da bitch I'm not in Cancun I'm out in Grant tomb On one wheel throwing it up like, "Man move!" Back on my grizzly, yeah take that You want the crack I prepared it ASAP! <i>[Hook]</i> Wussup homegirl we a muhfuckin riders Met her outside of the Copacabana Far from a sucka, pull out the 'lama And tell on myself like, "Yo well your honor:" See, I blast on sight when I move That battery pack on my back stay full I aint no joke, I keep y'all steppin' Doc got next nigga drop y'all weapon Screen on my mic got hash tar resins Engineer fucked up, laughing all reckless I'm like, "Shutup! Gilla house got this." Arms grew longer for my short pockets Stop it? I wish I can I'm trying to be building green like MGM Grand Get it? Redman, who the fuck are you? Got weed? Let me bust a U nigga! <i>[Hook]</i> Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<i>[Intro: Redman]</i>
Gilla House niggas Check it out ('Cause I like it!) <i>[Verse 1: Redman]</i> Yo! I'm Ghetto Fab, hungry Beastie Boy with (Brass Monkey) Humphey Bogartin' the whole country Chunky women love Doc (Projects) pump me like Pat My pimp game is like rugby Doctor, you know New flow, new dough Drunker than Woodrow, good time with a hood ho Mutombo, stack that bread tall Two chromey things like the back of my rear exhaust Redman, dog - something wrong, strong arm If I don't get (Chips) like Ponch and John You get slapped like Dee Barnes (Doctor), not Dre And eating - but, I'm after the entree! My watch got TV's in, CD in play Wanna find D-O, I'm knee-deep in MJ (Boy), I'm (Bad) And You've Got Mail And I need brain - she said (Yes) like he 112 <i>[Chorus: Redman (Saukrates)]</i> PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! Gilla House in this bitch and we - GET 'EM! Y'all know y'all can't fuck with us! GET 'EM! When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM! (Fuck the club, man!) (I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!) <i>[Verse 2: Saukrates (Redman)]</i> Saukrates, all action, less talk I'm paid to make the muscle under your chest talk GILLA! Attack like that pump he lets off 20 motherfuckers hittin' from the chest up! Saukrates, worldwide name God put me D, now worldwide game (GILLA!) Niggas keep a burner by the flame 'Cause when shit get hot, we already came! Saukrates, double vision, double incision Double the pimpin' - takeover! One of a kind, a stark reminder to any mark Who wanna' stop the run of my cake over! She ain't missin', she just kissin' On my johnson, shit was out of the frame Like (D) video, How Does It Feel? That Gilla House chill It's Saukrates season, better shoot to kill! <i>[Chorus: Redman (Saukrates)]</i> PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! Gilla House in this bitch and we - GET 'EM! Y'all know y'all can't fuck with us! GET 'EM! When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM! (Fuck the club, man!) (I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!) <i>[Verse 3: Icadon (Redman)]</i> (Y'all knowwwww!) If Ick tell you to give your cash up, move faster! Or this ratchet gonna' blast ya! (My flowwwwwww!) Is like a natural disaster Bricks the Brook-lon, the crack move faster! (I blowwwwwwwwww!) Backwoods on the master Dro' grown in the cold waters of Alaska (Where I goooooooooo!) I don't ever fold a map up Wack, fuck (Navigation) in the black truck! Icadon, I own the dick your chick's on Gilla House! I'm clique strong, the fifth long My name reign, from Bricks to Brick-ston But I'm from Brook-lon, don't get flipped on! I'm nice with my metal wear, ice in the ghetto If I die - nigga, your wife is a widow! I'll nice with the fiddle I'll make the belly button a bulls-eye, nigga! I'll put my knife in the middle! <i>[Chorus: Redman (Saukrates)]</i> PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! PICK UP - boogee women! PICK UP - freaky women! PICK UP - ghetto women! PICK UP - classy women! Gilla House in this bitch and we - GET 'EM! Y'all know y'all can't fuck with us! GET 'EM! When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM! (Fuck the club, man!) (I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!) <i>[Nasty Nadj]</i> This is Nasty Nadj on WKYA Radio |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<i>[Intro (Redman)]</i>
Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!) (Gilla House!) UK, Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit (Gilla House, ya heard?) You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts! (Gilla.. Gilla.. Gilla.. let's go!) <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, yo Muscle my way in, '07's mine Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find Plasma TV on the mirror outside I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down from Vietnam that look like Nia Long I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs You got chubby? I got chubby too Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView You funny, I flood the area tsunami Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em (Dry Me) I'm married to the game, the bride's my music When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston! I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr Redman in-shurrr, it's the principality Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11 I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it Same crib on MTV Cribs mine I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough I run up in your hood like 80 deep Have it sound like (Drumlines) at A&T, muh'fucker <i>[Chorus: Redman]</i> Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check White tee - check, Goretex - check When we said we number one - we lied We number one two three four AND five Gilla House - check, Brick City - check 89 - check, cash yo - check "They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin" <i>[scratch:]</i> Holla at your b-boy-boy! <i>[Redman]</i> If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up And if you find it I got 10 on the dub I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room? Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace I was broke as hell, first time I made it Now e'rything I own is voice activated Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together <i>[Chorus: Redman]</i> Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check White tee - check, Nike Air - check When we said we number one - we lied We number one two three four AND five Gilla House - check, Uptown - check Purple haze - check, cash yo - check "They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin" <i>[scratch:]</i> Holla at your b-boy-boy! |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
Gillahouse, take it from the top like this nigga
Yo, Redman 'Back in Business' like E-P-M D whips I drive, I gotta TV'em I tour New York down, so B.B. King 'em Found my way back home like E.T. finger I rock the arena, you know the drill Get high, get drunk, grab a hoe and chill Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson Foreign bitches feelin' me for my accent Talk like a boss, I can't complain When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James I got Brick City, even D.C. bitches They all steal for me outta P.C. Riches I move like a pimp, but I'm far from one Like Lil Weez, I got army guns Gimmie one, nigga [Chorus] 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 Yo, If you don't like me, fuck you, I flex one muscle Doc got more effects than kung fu hustle I'm uptown, buyin' the perk Lookin' cut clean, jeans, ? designer shirt Redman fell off, what the talks about? I wasn't lettin' y'all swim when the shark was out Rollin red carpet out, it's Jersey Me and them together is like Lil' Seymour and Big Percy I knew women from high school that picked on me Now I see them, they all wanna lick on me I hood down homie, rock like Bon Jovi I can work the night shift like he Brian Mobley Brick City, boy, my flow is on fire Disagree, I go in your mouth like botox Pick up Pete Rock, nigga, we all cool Hit the highway and ask, "Is the CL smooth?" nigga [Chorus] Your style might be parkay, but mine butter That bitch can't break no bread, then why fuck her I'm kinda cocky, homeboy, did I stutter? I pop the umbilical cord on my mother I jumped out the womb, I became a whale That's hard to harpoon, I need more room The hood love me, so I keep it real gully I got handsome, but my flow is still ugly Turn the treble out the track and I'll jet I lines in my rhyme are longer than Ikea I stay on my grind, but when I come up with an Idea The year, is party over here It's 5 years I disappeared, but I'm back And tell Nino Brown and them that I'm crack Grab my bozack, middle finger is up I got your grandma givin' it up Gimmie one, nigga! [Chorus] |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
Red's gone wild
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit Gilla nigga, and we abide by the blueprint We ain't all loud, holla and whoopin Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nothin' You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin' I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy And even for that cake I'll fuck Lil' Debbie Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore Get shut down! Yeah, knock your mans off Wouldn't trade places if you ? or Randolph Shorty shorty, give me that body Start a riot 'til security on the walkie Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it! [Chorus] You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit You could hold dis blaow! And niggas is, nig' And niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me You could hold dis blaow! Gilla House foundation (yeah) Gilla House foundation (aww yeah) Gilla House foundation (thorough niggas, no, no!) Gilla House foundation (monkey niggaz) Yo, Gilla nigga, era, fuck you, pay me Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key It's like Janet, "What Have You Done for Me, Lately?" Nothin', I blew up, you try to inflate me Dog, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood So when you get here show a whole lot of love Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a truck I don't condone, I got kids to relate to "Redman Gone Wild" - hear the new debut Fox 5 a nigga, boy that's great news Now I'm back in the, hood like Grey Goose Who gon' stop me? I'm razor sharp With Gilla niggas front line, and Jay the boss Y'all chicken ass niggas blood made of broth But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New York So all you West Coast niggas, get that money Cause these Brick City dudes get that money It's gonna be, one pussy that'll act funny ("Yo I'm gon' get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin'") Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy ? I'm fucked up, I slipped my own self a mickie Doin' dirty, I'm triple-X "XXX" like Vin Dies' Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy's Shorty shorty, give me that body Start a riot 'til security on the walkie Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin' Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it! [Chorus] Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla Yeah, Gilla niggas (Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla) Thorough niggaz Monkey niggas (blam) |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
WKYA Gilla House Radio Yeah niggaz, I'm back And the weather outside is hot than a motherfucker But we cold chillin in the Brick City So kick back, light some blunts Put your hands on a big fat greasy ass and turn the music up As we take yo' ass on a ride as Redman Goes Wild on WKYA! <i>[Redman]</i> Gilla House, yo, yo Come see the sideshow, nigga how it go? With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks You want the beef nigga? Here the prime roast My mic's the gun, the bullet's the 9-volt Fuck the convo, here go the pyro G.I. Joe, mixed with Desperado I ride low, with a bomb in the armrest Prepare to snipe a fucker like John F. Connect ya like Nynex, nigga holla I'm on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor Red is to blunt like redneck is to Marlboro This is our world, join the effect Clean your ears for Doc Donald Goines with a pen What more can I say, Doc billin Gilla general, Def Squad lieutenant Ill at will, thought you knew I'm in the hood, you (Most Wanted) up in (Malibu) I don't co-sign shit that ain't hundred percent Tryna blow money-wise like Bubba Gump Shrimp (Gilla!) I feel I'm young, out for the crumbs Shutgun warrior with a Wu-Tang tongue (Gilla!) How ya like that, tell me how ya like that How ya like that, tell me how ya like that Don't fuck around or walk around with an icepack I test your gangsta, didn't wanna fight back This for niggaz, Jews, and white trash I deliver them punchlines with a nice jab Smokin weed on a go-cart at Bo Craft BC-4, straight out of Low Cash Low Cash, Low Cash (WKYA!) Low Cash, yeah! <i>[Gov Mattic]</i> The new Brick City, low down, gritty Fo'-pound semi, minds I leave 'em empty Keep the fo'-pound round the nine-milli with me So when the Feds run up, they likely not to hit me Like J-Kwon everybody, in the club tipsy You be on the mixtapes soundin like 50 But this is Brick City, Gilla House we comin through Smokin blunts, sippin Henny too Girls is bouncin, niggaz bouncin too On the blocks, new whips we drivin through We gettin money, CD's is pay-per-view At the go-go girls come up into So listen up as we tell y'all what to do Come holla at my motherfuckin crew (yeah!) |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<i>[Redman (Snoop Dogg)]</i>
(Mary Jane!) Ladies and gentlemen, your host for the night (This gets me) Doctor! (Ugh, ugh! All choked up!) On top of that, we got Uncle Snoop! And my man Nate Dogg From The Bricks! <i>[Nate Dogg (Redman)]</i> How do I maintain in this world? (And you say Brick City!) A world that's proven meaningful (And you say Brick City!) How do I survive the haters? (And you say Brick City!) How to take the very thing I work fo'? (And you say Brick City!) Where do I go when I'm hiding? (And you say Brick City!) Only I don't know, I just gotta' go buy <i>[Redman]</i> Yeah, yo Snoop! If I feel in love with another drug, I'd always be broke Then I'll never have that Purple to smoke, I don't do Coke! Dogg, I rarely drink Pepsi Only Reggie weed would give you epilepsy! When I talk, dog - never indirectly! I'm blunt - you got weed, chumps? I do about 45 over speed bumps So when you tryna roll, your weed on the flo' (Gimme me some weed, nigga!) Joe Piscopo, I play too much That's why my Saturday Night is Liver than yours I'll fight niggas over Mary Jane Even beat Steven's ass on Jerry Spring Ask The Dogg, my weed religion - basic! Only nation for the weed, is Gold Nation Now you high, then throw it up Even Rick James had to sing about her, it's <i>[Chorus: Nate Dogg (Snoop Dogg) {Redman}]</i> Oooooooooooh (Mary Jane) Mary Jane (Mary Jane) ('Cause I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all day!) {Brick City!} Oooooooooooh (Ha ha, Mary Jane) {Sing that!} Oooooooooh, Mary Jane (Mary Jane) ('You know what, see I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all night!) {And you say Long Beach!} <i>[Nate Dogg (Redman)]</i> I'm in love with Mary Jane She's my main thang (And you say Long Beach!) Stay away from hocus pocus That gives me headaches, mayne (And you say Long Beach!) And when my sack gets low No, I don't get uptight I go and find my girl Once again, it's on tonight! (Yo, Uncle Snoop!) <i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> One for the money, and two for the show And three for the papers, and four for the dro Here we go, let it flow Just make sure the end's tight Take a poof, tell me what it hit like! Paper bag, fill it with the chippers My new nickname, Mr. Black Jack Tripper Two bitches and a pad, at the same time (Hey, Snoop!) And I cracked 'em both wit the same lines "Do you like to smoke?" "Can I take your coat?" "Hennessey with a dash of Coke?" (Hennessey with a dash of Coke?) Niggas tryna holla' like "whoopty whoop" Let the bitches co-ride in Snoopy Coupe You're rollin' with a motherfuckin' winner And you might win a treat to a TV dinner We got rules to the game (nephew) Nephew, the only bitch I love is Mary Jane! Now, tell the truth! <i>[Chorus: Nate Dogg (Snoop Dogg) {Redman}]</i> Oooooooooooh (Mary Jane) Mary Jane (Mary Jane) {And you say Long Beach!} ('Cause I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all day!) {And you say Brick City!} Oooooooooooh (Ha ha, Mary Jane) {Sing that - and you say Long Beach!} Mary Jane (Mary Jane) ('You know what, see I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all night!) {And you say Brick City!} Oooooooooooh (Mary Jane) {Yeah, and you say Long Beach!} Mary Jane (Mary Jane) ('Cause I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all day!) {And you say Brick City!} Oooooooooooh (Mary Jane) {Gilla House - and you say Long Beach!} Mary Jane (Mary Jane) ('Cause I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all night!) {And you say Brick City!} <i>[Snoop Dogg - singing]</i> Mary Jane She make you do thangs that a nigga wouldn't normally do, do Mary Jane She make a nigga do thangs that I wouldn't normally wouldn't do-hoo! Oooh, Mary Jane I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all day And I'll be fuckin' Mary Jane all night! |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
How many motherfuckers that smoke?
<i>[Inhales]</i> Who got some chronic in this motherfucker? Gilla House! <i>[Barking]</i> "That sounds good" One-Deuce Yo yo well it's the Soopaman Luva nah bitch Reggie Noble Middle finger up in photos Your flow? Eh, so so Call me that nigga that got the bounce And I'll pull up to the party witta half a ounce I got them niggas in the back and they yellin' "HO!" Punk niggas start runnin' like panty hose Got the Sour Dies' waving up high in the sky They're saying, "Redman roll up and let's get high" <i>[Hook]</i> Well it's the Soopaman Luva nah bitch call me Pimp Nutz (Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz (Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz Rollin' through your muthafuckin hood in the big truck (What?) b-b-big truck (What?) b-b-big truck Well it's the Soopaman Luva nah bitch call me Pimp Nutz (Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz (Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz Rollin' through your muthafuckin hood in the big truck (What?) b-b-big truck, b- b-b-big truck Well you can tell how I spit, I don't really give a fuck I be rollin' through your neighborhood middle finger up Like "Yo wussup nigga, what happened to my weed? Last time I seen yo' ass you gave me some chicken feed! I had to roll on you and show you how it go" You know how Bricks flow We pullin' da fo'-fo' Hang out the sunroof and I'm yellin' out "YO! What happened to my weed and what happened to my dough?" My motion real slow When I start to bust And I get the party bubblin' like Alka Seltzer Plus You niggas smoke dust If my flow aint tight Cause I'm tight like a jewish wife I'm that nice Nigga you know Red, I be at the party Like drinking Bacardi With somebody Had to smack a chick for touching my face I'm like, "Bitch don't you know there's a gun in my waist?" <i>[Hook]</i> Now you don't have to ask nigga who got the bomb I shotgun like the arm Or Roger moms When I pull it ya ask, "What's Happening?" We aint talking, we doin' the gavelin' It's Reggie Noble on the scene Call me Mr Green I got my P.O. thinking that my system clean Before I seen her, I gargle with the Listerine So she can turn my felony to a misdemean' I'm like, "Bitch don't you know who I be?" I could go cash a check without no ID I'm a East Coast legend, you should know 'bout me This is for my 'hood bitches and real OG's If you're really unaware That we insane then tell us I'm in my underwear Like Damon Wayans in Colors White tee, Air Force got 'em different colors 550 S Benz make a nigga jealous <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Redman as WKYA DJ ad libs until end]</i> |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
I got it, come on nigga
Oh, Oh Yeah, yo Yeah, get nigga Redman got fire nigga Shots are in your hood when I'm high nigga Shots of Cuervo fuckin' up my liver Shots from the camera's on my niggas Girlfriend drunk, so I'll jump around wit her I step inside, you're quiet like a mime nigga My watch do more things than James Bond nigga I'm gonna do it now, I ain't dyin' tryin' nigga (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl) You better grind, 'cause you ain't spending mine girl When Timbaland plan and I'll do the ground work Whether you in Tims, Air Force, or Converse Let me see the high niggas on the left side And whole muthafuckas smokin' on the right side You sayin' "fuck Gillahouse" nigga likewise This is how I walk up on your hoe, hey Put it down [Chorus:] Put it down, put it down, put it down (We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down) Put it down, put it down, put it down (Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we put it down) (Get nigga) Put it down, put it down, put it down (We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down) Put it down, put it down, put it down (Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we put it down) Who am I nigga? That dude who arrive nigga With a blueprint to all your supply nigga Fifteen percent tint on the fire nigga Sometimes I don't know what's inside nigga Let me show you how bricks get it live nigga The Time Warner's of the block, showtime nigga I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain't dialin' her A gold digger I can see the green mile in her (Put it down, put it down put it down fool) The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom "Yo get up, yo it's jewelry, it's costume" (Hahaha) Rollin' like drunk cowboys at high noon Let me see the high niggas on the east side And whole niggas get high on the west side A punk nigga outta line, he get checked like I roll up on his hoe and say, hey Put it down [Chorus] Look in my eyes nigga You see a great ball of fire nigga My trail is blazin', that's right, I'm high nigga A hard hip hop hitman for hire nigga My rims are so big, I fucked my alignment up Grown as hell, I don't throw signs nigga I continue to Flipmode's like Rah Digga Barbershop talk, come get you a line nigga It's permanent press steam on the iron nigga (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl) Wherever you pop shit you get found there Bitch you hot, little tacky with the horse hair Gillahouse, it's your year and it's on baby Where them high muthafuckas on the left side I know there's drunk muthafuckas on the right side You sayin' "fuck Redman" nigga likewise This is how I talkin' to your hoe, hey Put it down |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<i>[Redman (Al Green sample)]</i>
Yeah, Gilla! (Right now, right now, right now, right now) Yeah, Gilla! (Right now, right now, right now, right now) Ladies and gentlemena_쨀Al Green! <i>[Verse 1: Redman]</i> Yo! Yo dogg! I'mma get this - shhhhhhh! - up, poppin' like "Yeah!" Chicken drawers be droppin' like "Yeah!" I keep a dirty apartment like "Yeah!" Fall when I hit the target like "Yeah!" Y'know how it be, yo! Rep that hood, Clint Easthood Neighborhoods never sleep good, I make it understood My shoes too big Violate, you'll be gettin' your news through B.I.G. A big rig for a big kid - that's me! I should've got a scholarship for Athlete's Feet Duck Down - breathe, pure uncut I can bag it in dimes, (Freakniks) like (Beat Street) A-T-L, beat-beat, what the deal? You (Okay) like Ciara, let's freaka_쨀for now! Gotta' build my clientele like Nino Hip hop's (Departer), I (Deboe) the East Coast Three's a crowd, keep two in the peep coat When I in, I do it again like TiVo Doctor, bill it! Blocks gonna feel it! Def Jam, feel it! Street team, deal it! I'm back in the game again - ughhhh! - y'all My money kinda' short, so I'm comin' for y'all G-I-Double L-A, be out in L.A. (Child) was (Destine) like 'Chelle be and Kelly <i>[Chorus 2x's: Redman (Al Green sample)]</i> Hold up! Wait a minute! Tell me again! Yo, when you gonna drop it? (Right now, right now, right now, right now) Not now, but right now! GILLA! Not now, but right now! GILLA! <i>[Verse 2: Redman]</i> You know what it is! Yo dogg! I be in the UK, gettin' boo-tay You at home, gettin' loose change for a bouquet Too late, got cha girl by my two braids And a sidekick 'cause the chick go two ways! Heyyyy! Doctor (Inda Buildin') Never get gassed when the camera filmin' "Blaow! Blaow!" - Don't know the half As soon as somethin' "Brrrrrrrat!" - Haul ASS! Me, I'm never scared, I die on my two feet And you confused like a Jew wearin' kufis I'll rip your MC, no matter whose street Call ?? and how Doc abuse loose-leaf Yeah, I bought a jeep sellin' loosies GILLA! The illest since Thrilla Of Manilla Chickens on yo' block, know I'm that GILLA! Yo - ugh! - got Botox and mine's on liquor! <i>[Chorus 2x's: Redman (Al Green sample)]</i> Hold up! Wait a minute! Tell me again! When you gonna drop it? (Right now, right now, right now, right now) Not now, but right now! GILLA! Not now, but right now! GILLA! <i>[Verse 3: Redman]</i> Yo, if your block on fire I come through and put it out with my saliva Through each paragraph in ultraviolet Got neighborhoods - "Hi dogg, I'm the palette" Blunt or a chalice, Red is the Wildest I'm on some newa_쨀shhhh! You on my olda_쨀shhh! You just confused it Doc is the Boss here, nobody move now! <i>[Method:]</i> Desert Storm, leavin' no clue around! Smell manure now, Redman stinkin' AA meetings, my ink-pen drinkin' Dead men don't blink, I (Stay Alive) Since a Bee Gee, I kept (Fire In My Eye) Erick Sermon back, homey never left Now the beats he bang, make you rubberneck I'll bounce you like a voice-check I'm a (Bulldog) like I'm a Ge-Ge-Georgetown HOYA! <i>[Chorus 4x's: Redman (Al Green sample)]</i> Hold up! Wait a minute! Tell me again! When you gonna drop it? (Right now, right now, right now, right now) Not now, but right now! GILLA! Not now, but right now! GILLA! <i>[DJ Say What]</i> Yeah! WKYA Radio Where We Kickin' Your bloodclot Ass! Now bouncin' off the Reggae Hour, we have some Brand new music, brand new release Dedicated to all ?cherrybin? people, all over the world! BANG THIS! |
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<i>[Intro: Redman (Blam)]</i>
Gilla, yeah! Man, fuck that, nigga! (Yeah, yeah, yeah!) Yes, sir! Gilla House! You already know the business, nigga! Gilla House, nigga! <i>[Verse 1: Redman]</i> Yo, you ain't gotta' ask, dog - who am I? I walk in the street, my middle finger in the sky And ever since a young boy, I had the hunger in my eye So when you cut the check, if you don't gimmie mine <i>[Chorus: Blam]</i> It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die If you want that GRIT And you're about the DOUGH Better do it like a G, baby! <i>[Bridge: Redman (Blam)]</i> They call me crazzzzzzzzzay I walk around like I just don't care Once you get a grip If I have to, I'll grab my fifth And throw shit up, put your hands in the air I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire! (Gilla goodie with the glamour) (Now it's time to bust!) (Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!) <i>[Chorus: Blam]</i> It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die Suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die If you want that GRIT And you're about the DOUGH Better do it like a G, baby! <i>[Verse 2: Redman]</i> Redman, (Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES! I got strippers on the pole They like "Aiiiiiyyyo!" Nigga, I got flow My jewels is drippin' All on the nuts, 'cause I do shit different Doc is chillin', Jerz is chillin' What can I say - fuck your feelin's Dog, if you broke, you got it wrong I'm tryna be (Paid In Full) like Mitch's home, nigga! Ring the alarm, Redman crack And if you get sleepy, then go take a nap! My boys in the 'Lac, I'm right there wit' 'em They ask, "What's that?" "This shit here, nigga?" "This shit here, nigga?" This shit called Def SQUAD, proceed to rock your project! You far from a threat like "Who is you?" Better relax and say "What's up, baby boo?" <i>[Bridge: Redman (Blam)]</i> They call me crazzzzzzzzzay I walk around like I just don't care Once you get a grip If I have to, I'll grab my fifth And throw shit up, put your hands in the air I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire! (Gilla goodie with the glamour) (Now it's time to bust!) (Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!) <i>[Chorus: Blam]</i> It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die Suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide Suicide, it's a suicide It's a - suicide, it's a suicide It's do or die If you want that GRIT And you're about the DOUGH Better do it like a G, baby! <i>[Verse 3: Redman]</i> Understand that Gilla House (Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES! If you can't get a job, I feel your stress! You can smell the (Funk), when the (Master Flex) It's underground, nigga - (Protect Ya Neck) Yeah, Bricks is chillin', Staten chillin' What can we say - fuck your feelings! Big girls like "Redman the shit!" I had dreams of fuckin' me a fat chick! (Bee-atch!) Let's do this, (Red Gone Wild) I'm like a warrior tryna get to Coney Isle Boy, I'm hood down, so don't try to play me For that (C.R.E.A.M.), I get a little crazzzzzzzzzzzzay! Yeah, my attitude is rude like "Fuck you, pay me!" Stay on my grind I'll show you how to make 100 thou' from a dime! Fuckin' wit' mine It's a - SUICIDE! |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<i>[Hook by Blam]</i>
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up If you on top getting hella guap stand up If you on da corner you a goner home and man up This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side A lil sumtn' for my G's on the West Side Now if ya want it we on it dog, ya know how it is We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz Let's get it, rahh <i>[Runt Dawg]</i> Y'all hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt Dawg System knock harder than the cops at your front door Muhfuckas always talkin' tough like they want war Matta fact next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on Yeah, Dawg home I break your jaw bone And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones Rappers don't come to Jers' Gun under my undershirt I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet" She say the hair on my chest look like taco meat Shit, two hammers Make your whole crew vanish I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras Bitch I'm like John Wayne Shot like LeBron James The chrome fo'-fo' pretty like Ricky Fontaine My gorillas kill a man We thicker than That wic check peanut butter that come in that big silver can <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Ready Roc]</i> Fuck it let's make it hot I'm reppin' for all my blocks Duckin', dippin' the cops Ready runnin' the dock Icarus in his sock We comin' straight from the bottom going straight to the top These haters want us to stop Groupies is on our cock Cuz they know it's going down like I'm Young Joc But I'm not Ready Roc Keep the pistol grip This some official shit Brick city keep it wrapped like a Christmas gift <i>[Redman]</i> Yo, eh yo cock it back click-click-click Hey! It's Dr Bombay Sick flow, get your Medicaid And I'm like Hey! My hometown is NJ Eyes redder than Reynaldo Rey I just blaze And I'm a soldier, better follow the leader And for guap I even smack kids like Madea I'm for re-a' Your boy is tight You got weed? Nigga show ya right Gimme a light <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Icadon]</i> Icadon nigga I got the semi with the lens I'm in Bushwick, Brooklyn lookin' pretty in the Benz Ghostwriter, got the spirit of Biggie in my pen Funk Doc said it's time to go, Gilla begins Icadon, you probably saw me leanin' in the B-M'er Fly nigga, baby my socks be up in the cleaners In the club with twin bitches steamin' on my reefer They both go at my balls like Venus and Serena What's good? <i>[Saukrates]</i> Nigga I double My trouble Through a war, price bubble Half dog and half gorilla, get a tight muzzle I shut you down like Smith infrared light gun do My Mrs Smith'll have you turn over that ice bundle Cadillac Devilles look right with that (Gilla House) Comin' through yo' speakers like my ice cream (in ya mouth) I shoot a bazooka not pipe dreams (Clear 'em out) My name is Saukrates get yo' hands up Gilla House! <i>[Blam]</i> This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up, hands up... |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
<i>[Intro]</i>
{"One-two one-two"} ... W, K, Y, A Haha, Def Squad niggaz {"One-two one-two"} Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla, Gilla House Ooh {"So let's do a little somethin like this"} <i>[Redman]</i> Yeah, yo, check it out I'ma walk in gutta, get that butter Only dude with a weed sign on the chucker Hood down, car kinda loud from the muffler Like DAMN when I profile at the Rucker Bitches (Got Game), I'm (Above the Rim) Call my gun Magnolia Soulja Slim Do "The Freak" on the floor, two steps to the side Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh I got sour diesel roll One hit of this bitch, your whole staff is (out of control) {"Ohh!"} I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth I'm Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch) I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp! Blaow gotcha, you the best nigga call the doctor Like Chinese tryin to salsa It's never gonna be in (Groove), call Stella back Holiday Inn 'em, then back in the shuttle van Bitch give me head on the first date, what a fan Three best MC's I think on the other hand Stand like an officer, not a gentleman Niggaz get rich off of stolen car settlements! <i>[Chorus: Biz Markie (Erick Sermon)]</i> I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball Hah hey-hey-hey, we gon' do a lil' somethin like this I say (Y'knowmsayin so I said) I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball Hah hey-hey-hey {"So let's do a little somethin like this"} (Huh, huh, y'knowmsayin so I said) <i>[Erick Sermon]</i> (Yeah) I also walk in gutta, holdin my dick A New York nigga man back in the mix I walk up in the spot man cameras click Cheese, all out my pocket; can't stop it (uhh) All you can do now boy is just respect it I ain't par tomorrow but the E is connected Look what happens when you spin the records Hip-Hop at its best, nothin to mess with (yeah) I'm right here, there's no need to download I attract hoes, I ain't gotta hound those I call the shots, no need to brown-nose Cut the check at 40 grand for shows I'm (Fresh) like Doug E., I show ya The beat got it (Clap) like them boys from 'Nolia, I told ya Yeah, I do it real big by a coat check With no bling-bling around my neck, yup Redman and Sermon, with two icons Nigga, I got a gut, fuck pythons I'm an extremist (huh) who shake tracks the meanest I'm what a hip-hop fiend is <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Keith Murray]</i> Yeah, I also walk in gutta, reppin my clique A Def Squad nigga yeah, all in your mix Niggaz talk shit you get your ass kicked I ain't a Blood, but I'll throw you out the whip (word up) What you know about Pinot Gregio and roasted duck (huh?) With a mean street team outside posted up Toasted up, ready to roast a duck (uh-huh) When I say street team, I don't mean niggaz that put posters up (word) Let's be blatant, you achin and ancient We capered in your hood with dirty machetes and bloody aprons I'll acquire a tec, quiet your rep Stay quiet as deaf, or Kanye's choir rep (uh-huh) As I make another left, quiet I crept, quiet you slept I'm back with the tec, like I never left (surprise niggaz!) See frivolous beef'll get you curiously shot (uh-huh) You fuckin with Keith, I think seriously not (hell no) I ATTACK like a blue-nose pit off gunpowder (yeah) And love to soup the beef up just like clam chowder With my Squad in the house, we misbehave Get drunk and tongue-kiss bitches like Flavor Flav <i>[Chorus]</i> {"One-two one-two... please man don't get with that bullshit"} {"So let's do a little somethin like this..."} |
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from Redman - Red Gone Wild (2005)
Yeah, Brick City
Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil You'll be spittin' what I spit when the day is over Tryin' to be me in the mirror, sayin' it over Yeah, he's all right, but you not real I'm a dog, s*** I eat the food I steal Floors ain't dirty enough My game is like carryin' shotguns and 21 rough Doctor, I'm like the war on drugs I don't stop, I'm all night vampire blood Underground chud, since a kid I finger painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves I'm in yo' college campus corridor You should call me Uno, the way I draw four Brick City law, strip to your drawers Boy now I can pick up two pair from the mall It's time for Doc to check yo' a*** n*** It ain't hard, it's an easy pass n*** For the paper, I'm offendin' neighbors Runnin' my label out an old Winnebago n*** Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that funk to you (Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs) Gilla House, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado (Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn) Shh, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla Yo, uh, oh, Redman back in your town You'll get drug n*** like wedding gowns After 12, whattup to Dogg Pound I roll out, like my earrings got ball bearings Give me a Grammy to show my mammy How I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy's I prove that I never left the street I just knew I had to come back, with extra heat for y'all Be-More are ya ready? Colorado are ya ready? I'm at your neck like a Doberman mouth With like 40 m*** out the covenant house, ya heard? Gilla house in the circuit And how we do it on purpose, only way to surface Def Squad is the foundation Three dawgs attached to 98 Dalmatians Yeah, where them gilla niggaz out at night You better run 'til you see the light, light Yo, I know I had you waitin' But death was chasin' me and my eight friends for Final Destination Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that funk to you (Yeah, yeah, yo E-Dub, this is hot nigga) Gilla house, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado (Yeah, Brick City, Milwaukee, California where ya at?) Okay now, take off your shirt and relax Let all your tensions out, just relax, just relax, just relax (Gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla) Yo, I keep my ears to the street 'cause that's my job But even the streets can steer you wrong I'm walkin' with one man above me Nuttin' on my waist, but if it's on you hearin' the palm You forgot I'm ten years deep and out them ten years I got two weeks of sleep and caffeine free Amazin' right? I got a street team That'll get paid to snipe Yeah, by any means, I'm behind the curtain My Betty Shabazz, hope I make it home, I invade alone Catch you in the truck, babblin' on the phone I miss you, I stick up your chaperone's It's a dirty dog world, say it louder Every Friday I'm bein' chased by Craig's father That's why I'm on the low like pro And my file is too hi tech to call next I got a heart the size of John Q's son And on the mic, I'm him times two of 'em Y'all n*** get your s*** together 'Cause gilla house n***, prepare for whatever You, you shoulda knew that we gon' bring Got to bring that funk to you, to you That gilla house is comin' through And what you b*** a*** n*** gonna do, do, do, do, do, ohh, ohh You and you and you, you shoulda knew That we got to bring that funk to you, you, you Gilla house is comin' through And what your crew gonna do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do |
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(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) |
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