MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
redman - wuditlooklike
Intro:
Eeeyeahh
Wuditlooklike to all you trick bitches
and you punk ass niggaz out there
I'm talkin to you live from WFDS
We're From the DarkSide radio
It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker
But the funk just don't stop
As we take y'all fat roly poly asses on another journey
To the darkside...
Verse One:
Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat
Verbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness
To the best of my ability I rock any facility
And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries
I'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies
When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes
Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed
Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!!
I'm saggin my.... Karl Kani...
and Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I.
Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf
Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E.
But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class
Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class
PPP, got the glocks and techs
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
Chorus: repeat 4X
I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
Verse Two:
A-hem...
The Funk Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box
I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops
Because (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular)
Rock six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta)
Knew my style got more powers than Cocoon
Zoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin
When I'm vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect
Verbal communications blow to the next ep
I'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical
Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules
Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta
Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up
The boogie verbalist, vocalist
I get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloist
My style reachin down like Ike, switch up like dykes and
You'll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike
Chorus
Verse Three:
Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers
Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no love cuz
They think I'm crazy and like mentally sick
Ahhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I
Smoke a pound of herb a day, and yo
Some bitches say, I'm the Mack like Maceo
I don't be that I just beez the funk disease
that leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed
The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous
Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through
That other shit, makes them other ship, flip
funk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics
A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I from
Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump
And that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks
I bust off the glock for the hood and the block
Chorus
redman - 4, 3, 2, 1
HUHHHHHH!
[Erick Sermon] Def Jam, No Limits
[Master P] No Limit
[Erick Sermon] Def Squad
[Redman] Wu-Tang, and beyond
[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some
[Method Man]
Playin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin
on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
from my Punch Buggy sunnin you
Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu
[Redman]
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
[Canibus]
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff
like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on
for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred
when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it
[DMX]
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give
than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
[Master P]
Got my mic on, it's time to get rowdy
Got homies from the N-O to the N-Y, Bout It Bout It
I break bread with the ballers
Professional killers, and shot callers
I got game from the South to the West to the East
to the middle now remember me
A young nigga with the gold teeth bumpin
Keep the crowd jumpin, gotta say something
UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH, now have a Coke and a smile
The party don't stop but it get buckwild
Pass the Hennessey and weed, just blaze one
See a shorty, let's play one
for the cookies you can't be a rookie
I'm a No Limit Soldier, that's why they book me
Master P rock bells, hell
But I gotta give it up to my homey LL
[Redman] Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four
[Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven
Blaze the hot trizack
[Method] Shine like heaven
Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red] four
[Meth] three [Red] two [Meth] one
[Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!
[LL Cool J]
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike
Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight
Snappin, you ameteur MC's
Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize
And I'm daring every MC in the game
to play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time.
redman - a day of sooperman lover
-look! up in the sky!
-it's a bird...
-it's a plane!
-hee hee hee hee, naw! it's sooperman lover, baby!
-daddy, daddy!
-would you please read us a story?
-alright, get over here and sit yo big ass down,
Lemme tell you about the sooperman lover...
Verse 1
Ayo, i was out to lunch and shit
Puffin' on a blunt to get my head read(y)
Boogie'n to my walkman
With an "s" on my chest
(bust a move!)
Yes i'm a superhero, don't forget
I smoke mad niggas
So to hell with cigarettes
But anyway,
Let's get back to this skit
You know who the fuck i am
So git off that ol' bull-shucks
Lunchtime was up, (fuck!!)
Let me jet, or i'll collect unemployment bucks
On the way back, black,
I spotted this object, a stray cat
Stuck in a tree
With a tag that says that:
"if found,
Please return to this address"
(how did you see it)?
Nigga! wit my x-ray eye set!
Like "pchoooooooww"!
I jetted to the closest phone-booth
Quick fast,
I dipped into my sooperlover suit...
(i can leap,
Tall buildings
In a single bound...)
Booom!!!!
Right through the fuckin' phone-booth ceiling!
(it's a plane!)
Naw, sooperman lover's the name
I can slam king-kong
And pick up freight trains
On a mission,
To save this cat/that was wishin'
He was in his litter
Watchin' fritz on channel 6'n
Relaxin'
Feet cocked-up/ just a little
With a cod cocktail
And a bowl, of tender vittles
I snatched, him
Took off through the air like a pigeon
Quick so he won't start
Meowin' and bitchin'
The letter in cat's tag address (?)
Said the projects
(elevator's broke!)
So i had to take the back steps
(knock, knock)
The door opened
Then my eyes swole
From this badass dame (damn!)
Sippin' a quart of "old gold"
-"yo, is this your cat?"
-"awww, yes! where'd you find him at?"
-"he was stuck in a tree,
Around uptown manhattan"
-"well how the hell did you save him?
Are you police/undercover?"
-"naw baby,
The "s" on my chest stands for:"
Chorus: sooperman lover (yeah!)
Baby call him the sooperman lover
Something wrong...
Something wrong, indeed
Something wrong. yes, yes indeed...
Verse 2
She was grateful
Lookin' for ways to repay me
No money,
A donut, and some..uhm coffee maybe?
Of course
What kind of sauce(?) did i take?
Make my donut jelly
And my coffee sanka
We sat,
Unhooked the cape from the back
She felt my arms
'cause my pythons looked stacked
"goddamn, sooperlover!
Yo shit looks thick
Tell me, how strong are you
With muscles like this? (you bad motherfucker!)"
(i'm stronger than a locomotive)
I'll keep hittin ya like rocky
She ran to the room
And came back with a (?)
Negligee, high-heeled shoes,
Wit' a blunt in her mouth
Ready to roll up,
Hey hold up/ she had the dollar fold(ed) up
To mix the coke with the smoke
Yo, she was no joke
She took a sniff,
Some got on her top lip
That bitch stuck out her tounge
And gave her top lip a lick
And said: -"here baby, hit it."
-"naw baby, i ain't wit' it
You'd need more than a body
To make me wanna hit that shit!"
But i'll hit the blunt
So she took out her fronts
Cracked the philly
Opened the bag and laid out the skunk
Then i took a long pull
It was hype/ outtasite
We ran into the bedroom
So i cracked my pants for head room
Later, tossed the covers
And oh, brother! i was wit' it
Ready to hit it
Asked my dick, "yo, whassup gee?"
"yo man, shit's thick"
Licked her down her belly
And kissed her on her back
Stuck my hands betewwn the legs
And i felt the bozack(!)
As big as mine (yo!)
This bitch must be craze,
So i threw my suit on
And i was swayze...
'cause i'm the:
Chorus
redman - a million and 1 buddah spots
Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec
My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts
I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys
I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry
I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps
My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps
So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt
Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt
Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee
Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B.
Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon
Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba
Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
Who can get swift with the microphone mist
Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D
My funk respect it, cosmic injected
That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record
Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants
It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience
The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar
And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all
There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world
That got good herb for all you boys and girls
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
Which one do you go to? *many shouts*
I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks
Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat
Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked
Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals
and I, set the world on fire
Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher
You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee
The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee
I spend a knot at all the buddha spots
From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks
I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D
That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at
You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract
Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust
There's a million and one blunt spots in America
Yeah I'm tellin ya
Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air
Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair
I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms
Cause I got soul like James Brown and Rakim and them
One of the America's Most Blunted
Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted
Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island
Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin
I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger
But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer
But the weed is good for when you're mackin
and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened
I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker
So check!
My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras
Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera
Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots
I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops
redman - basically
Whoo, hahh... ohhahh, wooooh
Aww shit!!
Hey dudes my interludes more fatter than most niggaz LP's
So don't sell me to stale cheese
I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama
puffin on ganja, sippin on a, Cherry Bianca
My grand finale's like an alley when it's rowdy
kick more bars than the penile G
And let my nine clap loudly
Click click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka!!
What am I do to ya? It's somethin new to ya
Like screwin ya, all over my studi-ah
Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties
That quickly I hooked you, now fix me with your lips
B...otch, unloosen my belt thinkin to grab the crotch
But before you do move my glock before it shoot my cock
And see basically them trick bitches get no dap (word)
And see basically Redman album is no joke (word)
And see basically I don't get caught up at my label (word)
Cause I kill when they fuck with food on my dinner table (word)
I drop a punchline at lunchtime
cause I'm a Close Encounter of the None Kind
with dumb rhymes
I battle allay'all at one time
So fuck all you fools out there with the large vocabulary
in your sentence, I don't need that shit to pay my rent with, huh
And to the nosey snake-ass hoes I ask you
Why you be acting all fly
when your monkey-ass work at fast food?
And why is it everytime that a multiplatinum artist
always use the underground to make a comeback?
Is it fair to the hardcore niggaz that rap?
That don't give a fuck about the radio
plus the next bitch at that?
And being hardcore and mad about wearing high-tech boots
and black skelly hats?
And making fake-ass frowns because your best buddy packs?
Think about it
Sip on a chocolate thai, and let your brain fall out of focus
This is another episode, coming live from the Funkadelic man himself
Yeah
Ahhh
Huh
redman - beet drop
Let me clear my throat!
Kick it over here Baby Pop!
And all the fly skimmers..
Feel the Beet.. mmmm drrrrrrrrop!
Coolin up in Jersey on a hot summer's day
It's me and Erick Sermon and, Keith Mur-ray
A lot of beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of CURSIN
Forty-five automatic on my person
Yo, got my hand in my pocket and my finger on the trigger
My Squad is gettin BIG, and my Squad is gettin BIGGER
Some niggaz got style, some niggaz got TASTE
Def Squad got the shit'll bash you in your FACE
Tote my gun with my nigga, tote my nigga with my gun
Hit a bitch doggie style, so wild, til she come
Well I'm the king of the ave., and I'm the king of the block
Don't like what I'm pumpin? You can suck my cock!
Well I'm Funk Doc I got all the fly juice
Stankin with my niggaz on the block one-deuce
Walkin down the block with the fresh fly threads
Reggie Noble got the biggest head
Oahhhahh, hoahhahh, hoahhhah, hoee!!!
Brick City nigga!
redman - blackout
[Meth]
All my people!
[Red]
Yo yo yo yo
Its full dock where the weed at bitch?
I speed back wiz down a one way from cops see that shit?
Believe that shit
Slaughter, straight to cam corder
Too hot for tv my rap trall water
My windpipes attached to project bawlers
You yell turn the heat down
My voice dvd round sound
Some heard round town
And chances are if your leaving, round now
Wait later, we?ll make front page paper
Date rape her, with juvenille 8th graders
Hit the high school in 187 sezas
When I bus you need to back 4 acres
Doc y?all and that?s my name jabber jaw
The shit list ready who next to scratch off
Im from the underground my sound lift
Platform shoes to bitches 400 pounds
[Chorus]
Get up stand up back up push up jump up
Act up to make y?all feel it!
Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
Blackout, shootout, smoke-out, move out
Even knock the tooth out
To make y?all feel it!
Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
[Meth]
number street talking, dog walking
approach me with extreme caution
oh now you forcing?
My hand?ll rock you cradle offen
Im hot scorching But stone cold like steve austin
If you smell what the cow cookin try to
See situation so tell your goon stop lookin
know what you did last summer
So I started hookin, u pass shookin off a open can of asswoopin
aint no tommorrows in the methaz little shopahorus
go ask for father who the father from the hill-da-harper
you know the sarbor maruwana plus and goats larger
with deadly medly y?all aint ready for chapawn and reggie
don?t even bother
the radio for back-up
alright then your man got slap up, extorted for his icing
street life is triffling (Buddy over here!)
take it like tyson and bite a niggas ear
percising, slicing juggulars the cuthroat ruckiger, predator
viking exetera
peoples chant nigga we taking all competitors
reaching for the microphone, relax and light a bone
straight from the catacomb, the children of the corn
(don?t got a clue)
we call the desert storm
[Chorus]
Get up stand up back up push up jump up
Act up to make y?all feel it!
Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
Blackout, shootout, smoke-out, move out
Even knock the tooth out
To make y?all feel it!
Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
[Red]
I scored one point one on my S A T and still
Push a whip with a right and left A C
Gorilla, big dog if my name get called behind a brick wall
With arsenic jaws
Spit poison, got a gun permitt draw
Gundown at sundown you keep score
This training course and y?all aint fit on my crew tombstone
But we all aint shit
[Meth]
all you gonna be, wanna be, when will ya learn?
wanna be doc and meth, gotta wait your turn.
I spit a 41 revolver on new years eve with the mike in thehand,
I mutilate MC?s
The most slept on since rick man way
My shit stink from every element from A to Zee
So what u think?
Im a black out on just one drink? You must be crazy
A little off the wall maybe ? go get a shrink
[Chorus]
Get up stand up back up push up jump up
Act up to make y?all feel it!
Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
Blackout, shootout, smoke-out, move out
Even knock the tooth out
To make y?all feel it!
Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
redman - blow your mind
AHHHH!! Look out, it's the Funkadelic Funk for chumps
who don't be knowin my name, I tear the frame out ya punks
I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip
I get biz with the skit, I DJ like Quik
The topnotch of the block, cause I carry a glock
Only hot rocks I'm hot, so give up the props
My style is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA, duck or get backed up
Dispatcher: 'Red, get freaky to the rapture'
So come on light the buddha check your honey while I scoop her
The Soopafly, Jimmy fly Snooka rips the roof off
Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two
It's you, who? (AGA-AHHH! WWAAAAAH!) Redman with the Kung-Fu
Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck
Hit women like Madonna all the way down to Smurfette
But first get your tables I roast your whole record label kids
Yo E (Whassup G?) Briiiiiidge!
"Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind" (repeat 2X)
I do the hustle like Russell, Rush the stage with Simmons
Deadly venom, makes me Poison like Michael Bivins
or a cobra, pop more pop, than Coca-Cola
Next to Yoda I'm a Star at War, plus roller coaster
I got my mind made up GURRRRL, come on and get it if you widdit troop
Krush Groovin smooth as the lightning loops
The kind of loops I sample from a James Brown group
I give credit, cause I'm cautious, about lawsuits
PsychoBetaP-Funk, got styles hard as tree trunks
For real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause I need one
And get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump
with the fly human being, watch me freak it in Korean
Chu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara
Nu gu nya nada na na nun Redman
Na bo da challan nom hana do upda ...
... Nah Duke, forget it
I rip shop in hip-hop I get props my lip rocks
The rap stuff's more spooky than movies from Hitchcock
Sit back relax let me rip to the funk track
And press rewind if I haven't blown your mind ("REE-WIND!!" --> KRS-One)
"Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind"
"Press rewind if I.."
HA-UHH, let me get busy with the funky fly stuff
cause I cut your freakin eyes, fuck Bruce Willis because I die rough
It's the Funkadelic Redman and I hit ya with the
Funkadelic level, the P-Funk, the devil
The spectular, Blackula, bust holes like Dracula
Loaded of course, more Legend than Acura
I'm swift, I like big spliffs so I tisk tisk a tasket
Plus keep the glock in my basket
I cough up a lung cause I freak it with the tongue
cause I can 'Wax on! Wax off!' like Daniel-son
Do the yea yea, boogey say up jump the boogey
to the boogey to the boogey thanks to E cause he hooked me
So fuck what ya heard, word to herb, cause I mack
Framalama, plus I kick the grammar, straight from -- NEW JERZ
It's the renegade rap Redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode
Yo, hold your breath while I explode!
"Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind"
"Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind"
redman - bobyahed2dis
And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best!
Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing*
What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side
Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself
To all knotty head niggaz, bob to this
Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside
Coming to you live and direct without further adieu
I bring to you Redman one more time
This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!!!
[Redman]
So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?
The mirror said "You are, you conceited bastard"
*cutting and scratching of bastard*
Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha
Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang
Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain
The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts
I'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart
My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars
As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars
Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch
Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and
Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back
My style swarms over ghettoes like crack
Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga
As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger
But I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums
can't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop
The funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks
Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps
Props I got, coming through your block nine cocked
My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots
Don't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas
You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace
I give props to real MC's like KRS-One
Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from
The East coast!! Where a nigga like you get that fat?
And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap
The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker
Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher
A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis
I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence
Lord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with
Droppin dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious
That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come
And I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!!
redman - boodah break
Yo.. YO! YO!!!!!!!!!!
Hah
If you got your motherfuckin lighters
Light em up, light em up, light em up, light em up
"D that's me!" -> Run-D.M.C.
We gonna take this time out, to smoke a blunt
Ha hah, all your buddha smokers, roll it up
"D that's me!" -> Run-D.M.C.
Roll it up
[sample from Public Enemy of Chuck D]
If y'all really like to rock the funky beats
Somebody in the house say 'Hell yeah'.. "HELL YEAH!"
Yo, I like that from the people up top
Check this out
[Redman]
Yo, check the newsflash
Grab the mic, buck until my neck gets whiplash
My Lethal Weapon tongue need a gun permit badge
Mastermind any flow that can shine
Doc walk the blocks like either yo' ass or mine
Jersey style for dead presidents I'll whoop your ass
with one leg, Kirby style, for thirty miles
Shut the Fawcett to Farah
Drain the Panama Canal up, that'll run like mascara
I pour the Dom like friends at Don Pooh party
Before Mr. T my jewels was too gaudy
My foul mouth turn a New York crowd out
Reach out and touch and use nine to dial out
So Brick City are ya ready, ready
So D.C. are ya ready...
Yo cheers to the undaground, Doc's Da Name
Rap is like the NBA, I love this game
Yo yo, to all my niggaz and bitches
across the ghetto United States
If you high as hell ridin in your car
Honk your horns, and light it up
Light it up, light it up yo, light it up
Ha hah, signin off truly yours
Funk Doctor Spock, rocks da world motherfuckers!
redman - boodah session
Yo that kinda leaky in that shit right there
Mmhmm, that shit look like the BOMB, huh
Oh yeah, let you take a puff of that shit and just blow the fuck up
Hahaha, nigga blow up, BOOM
That's why your album like
Ahh, that shit you be doin
Where the fuck are you coming from?
Why the fuck are you always walking from that way?
Who?
You
You know, you know that's the first time you ever seen
me walkin that way in like sixteen months
Man you crazy, I always see you walkin through that way
redman - brick city mashin
Yo, yo, yo, nigga
* monkey noises in background *
Swinging through the forests of the jungles
* monkey noises in background *
Yo, c'mon, c'mon, yo yo, yo
Yo, look around your seats;
do you see anybody weirder than me? (me..)
When you find him then I try him, fry him like the gorilla
??billy hanas to hebrew?? how to be an MC (cee.. cee..)
Sheeyit, take two tokes, I'm dope riding over notes
Overload your periscope, Doc da most
Lock and load with the rock'n'roll star, dozed off
I had him bruised and closed off with one phone call (brring!)
Chickens, mida mida the heater, believe-a I'm a dog
Straight labrador chedda retriever
Let the gorillas out, til the blood is spilling out
Put a slug up in his mouth, then the thug is chicken out (ha ha)
Darkrooms get ignited, bright lights on the mic
So when we battle they can via satellite it
PPP draft pick is massive, athlete Tenactin flow
Doc captain up battin! Brick City Mashin'!
Turn it up! (c'mon) Smoke that shit up! (c'mon)
Take money money! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Stolen cars! (c'mon) Counterfeit bills! (c'mon)
Freak that shit out! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Two for fives! (c'mon) Push that shit out! (c'mon)
Let the monkey out nigga! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Freak that bitch out! (c'mon) Smoke that weed out! (c'mon)
Freak that hoe out! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Say I am .. (I am..) some-bo-dy! (Some-bo-dy)
Say I am .. (I am..) some-bo-dy! (Some-bo-dy)
Yo, yo-yo, I'm from Da Bricks where the weed go
for two for five dick.. you try this
I promise I'll be at your video, smackin the shit out of you
from crew to hairstylists (lists.. lists..)
Guerilla maneuver on an intruder
I pack like Sinbad pack the house in Aruba (chk-chk)
Blow your brains; yeah, leave the murder scene
Lookin for me is like lookin for Herb at Burger King
_I Get Around_ like 2Pac and Shock G
Fuckin hotties, block the block like Monopoly
I rock with an eighty-watt spitter, block lit up
Snatch profit up, get your Benz lock it up
So which nigga got a dope enough spot?
Call X to shut em down and I'll open up shop (shop.. shop..)
PPP draft pick is massive, athlete Tenactin flow
Doc captain up battin! Brick City Mashin'!
Turn it up! (c'mon) Smoke that shit up! (c'mon)
Take money money! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Stolen cars! (c'mon) Counterfeit bills! (c'mon)
Freak that shit out! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Two for fives! (c'mon) Push that shit out! (c'mon)
Let the monkey out nigga! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
Freak that bitch out! (c'mon) Turn that bitch out! (c'mon)
Turn it up! (c'mon) Brick City Mashin'! (c'mon)
redman - can t wait
Verse one:
I'm like rowww rowww like i have cerebral palsy
My flows bes wet loke all you girls draws be
Crack the dils spread the buddah in the hiddouse
Roll it up and diddas, who tipped in for the 10 bag
Etcetera, i roll my blunts with two textures
Pick up 50 bags and then i smoke all the extras
It's the truth, like funk 180 proof
Don't drop your draws, i'll fuck through your daisy dukes (true)
Put your fingers up in the air if your high
I walk by, so f-in' dry
I swing up in it bout an average as half as
Good as reggie jackson's that's why you talk backwards
And toch bills and bogard shit like humphrey
You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 jumpstreet
Or 90210 fuck it yo
In the movies i'm the nigga puffin' buddah in the back row
Chorus: repeat 8x
I can't wait to get it on
Verse two:
I'm just a smoky boy, i'm from the land of the lost
You can't see me like charlie angel's boss
I'm often coolin' round the bliddocks
I rock round the cliddocks
My gliddock cocked from here to 16 for liddocks
I tried to tomas if i'm gettin' scopic
I was built like two tits but now i'm butter like blue bonnet
Now who got the funk, we got the funk
A yo i got the weed, we got the blunt
I never spliff, i used to puff buddahs in the jail
Back in 88 when it was 20 cidic grand(rizzam)
You couldn't read me in braild, hell
I write my names on walls in smole spots when i'm buyin' l
The fly guy with force like luke sky
Down for 8 ball see twa bitch if you fly
The funkadelic been rockin mics since the fourth grade
I terminate like x and i terminate like schwartzanage
Dum-ti-dum rock like buju banton
Soup like won ton, fuck by the ton, ja bumps
Please, my whole crew's wakin g's
Tonight's the night baby so suck up on these
And it's on
Verse three:
I said i catch the a train to the luv, smoke the junk
I set shit off like bobofet.
Big up to all my niggas in the housing projects
I'm runnin' up in your contingents and split your guts, round and round
If you get scared of my lines when i rock well
Got whits like purnell, shits the bomb like akenelle
Rikity rockit mindy best to knock this
Waste niggas like toxic, wet like galoshes
Can i handle my biz, yes you can
I cause kaos and bring a lot of def to jams
Yes i can, now ask to get out
Pop the trunk cla clunk & give me your babump babump
Oooh, cool, smooth like two blue suede shoes
Y'all faggots stepped on my huffman and koos
Word to dan, tan, pillow, & cool b
Switchin' speeds like bruce lee ridin' up fuji in a movie
I drop on the one, fuck the two-three
Funky like a box of coochies on looseleaf
Outro:
Yo yo did you hear that?
Yo i be sayin some shit
Switchin up speeds, like bruce lee
Ridin up fuji, in a movie
Now if you didn't get it
Lock down...
And figure that shit out when you get home!
redman - case closed
featuring Crossbreed
[Dr.Trevis like voice] Hah
(huh hah hah hah HAHHAH hah)
Nineteen ninety six
(hah come on!) Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers
in the perimeter
(huh whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww
(ninety six nine six) tree dick be fly in your ass
(Dick! Di dick check)
Yo! Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound
To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound
Yippie-yi-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down
But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now
Check the motion while I be puffin the pot-enent
Blow spots and urban networks with other experts
Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear
And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs
So fuck your bulletproof gear
If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast
(boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz
And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass
Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns
When Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds
Bomb niggaz like they did in Oklahoma
Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed
[Crossbreed]
I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector
Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers
Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers
Makin MC's so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster
Packed with swift solid style structure
Simonizing MC's with the degree of street ruckus
Aiyyo who got guns? I split precise, spleen splitter
Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters
I devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man's last power
Body, the six four mind shotty
The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal
Laceratin your retina for tryin to see this
As I'm flowin through the prism of the X-3-D
See at forty belows I freak flows that burn your nose
When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed
Chorus: Redman, Crossbreed
Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?
Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?
Yo, don't you know, who I am motherfucker?
[Redman's the name fool]
That's my nigga!
Why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?
Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga?
Yo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker?
[Crossbreed's the crew fool]
They're my niggaz!
Verse Three: da otha Crossbreed MC
Things ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day
A bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say
Twistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get
With the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped
As I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper
I execute and burn MC's like Absolut with no chaser
Strong as chemical the general with rhymes
Past wreckin mics, I make the earth shatter like the 7th sign
My drama bringer bring about a new order
I'm sending a plague through your town like God to Sodom and Gomorrah
Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless
Make gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest
No man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally
X3D beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy
Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes
Nuff said, X-3-D blowin up, case closed
redman - chicken head convention
At the f**ked up chicken head convention
Nationwide, jones beach, all the boroughs is representin
We got the big weaves, the big shoes, bad attitudes
Huh, it's on and poppin out this motherf**ka
Well this is nik d, hood broken to the end tell a friend beyatch
And we gon check in with these here chickens
Yo shorty, um excuse me, could you tell me your name?
I'm buggin out buggin out buggin out yo whassup? ? !?
Pedaddaddi, aiyyyyy!!
Oh, shorty, chill chill see, understand, I'm just tryin to interview
Dayaaaaamm!!
Yeah no, nah fuhreal doe, check it out check it out, one second
Tell me... why they call you, a chickenhead?
Ahh I understand
Niggaz be callin me a motherf**kin chickenhead cause
I be goin to the store wearin that same grapefruit t-shirt
I had on before, and diggin up my ass, my nose
Heh, ah yeah, I see how you get down
And the whole nine, my boggle you can kiss my chicken ass
I'ma go over here and step to the next chicken head
Ahh excuse me, shorty, right there, you, yeah you
C'mere, tell me... why are you, at the chicken head convention?
I mean, where you comin from?
Girl let me tell you
I just came from the mall, boostin my motherf**kin ass off
Look at all I got here all in this bag
Damn!
Mad dkny, moskino, they got it all girl, they got it all
*horn honking*
[redman] yo c'mon bitch, you know I gotta go!
Bring your motherf**kin ass on!
Nigga, your man, girl
Damn, here he go!
[redman] always runnin your mouth
*car door slams*
Anyway umm, i'ma step on over here
*car peels out*
To the silver jewelry booth
Mad chicken heads over there, them bitches swear they fly...
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