knockin' out tall, niggaz We real niggaz plottin' on dummies with tall figures Real niggaz. hands on forty caliber triggers Bullets hummin', real like Redman
Yes sir! You?re gonna do it like this I am an animal defjammable titanical high flammable Don?t .. me I live .. I?am eating ball I didn?t go to Hannibal
Im on that pancake and that syrup too Im ridin slow with them haters in my rear view my check here too my pockets real fat two hundred fifty grand, yeah
Yo J. Rob Gimme somethin that these niggaz can ride to Lift it up! (Ahhh) Lift it up Lift it up! (This goes for all the riders) Lift it up (out there
[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
Uh, you know, it's times like this When we need change, nigga Yeah and if you really look at it Your life is like a movie And we all in the script playin
Aow, what the fuck is that? I'm 'bout to light my medication Hey yo Doc Whattup? Let's do this shit Okay then, light one up for ya boy out there Yo, let
~ [Verse 1] ~ Yo, crack the Remy Martin For niggas pumpin' weed by the mini-market Bring it when you see me park it I think big like Diddy office I fuck
eggie... Reggie! (Aowwww) Reggie... ladies and gentlemen We gon' do it like this INTRODUCING! Yo, ay, the brother with a haircut Rhymes, got your mind
(Yeah boy) Gilla House in the buildin' nigga (DJ Kool, eh-he You already (Rrrah, rrrah) Aow (Ten seconds) They said I don't belong up in here and shit
Yeah, one two, one two Party people in the place to be Yeah, ha ha Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Gilla House niggaz, baby We gon' get
you can chase the fame 'cause simply Difference is you a Beamer, I'm a Bentley Now wonder where I'd be without Funk Doc So this toast goes to Redman
[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
This is WKYA Radio, you motherfuckers We got our next caller on the air, bitch, you on the line Yo, this is Big Tracy and I don't give a fuck, nigga Give
I got it for sellin' dimes on AOL 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
when you get here, show a whole lotta love Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a shrub I don't condone, I got kids to relate to 'Redman Gone Wild
Mary Jane, ladies and gentlemen Your host for the night, all choked up On top of that we got uncle Snoop And my man Nate Dogg in the Bricks How do I
the Brick City So kick back, light some b*** Put your hands on a big fat greasy a*** And turn the music up As we take yo' a*** on a ride as Redman goes
