Rrrahh, look out You musta got hit with some bullshit! Yo, where at? Smack dab across your lips, can you talk? Ahm ahh ill uhh ahm no 'em no menna no vat Yo ye yo Redman, what the fuck was that?
I don't know but it's on my top lip Don't crack jokes, and pop shit Just get it off my top lip Or Reggie, you can drop kid
Oah okay be still chill, I’m gettin' it off your grill Wha-what was it? Some of that pussy you ate this mornin' from that bitch Jill Yeah
But c'mon, check it Motherfuckin' right Let's get busy on this record So we can make the dough, shit And make girls like Kiki Shepard get naked
On the strength! Party with machine and Oprah Winfr' First class tickets Hotel bitches puffin' mad blunts
Blunts? Blunts Blunts don't don't rhyme with Oprah Winfr' troop Who cares what rhymes with it long As the funk pump through my Benz truck
Now you know you don't own a Benz Yes, I do and chrome's the trim Black with a system When it's hittin' I'm pullin' mad skins
With Olde E sittin' in between my lap And when brothers act up, a gun machine I pack The original P-funk, got the jewels trunk, a funker When I'm sexin', my bad is bigger than any buster's Like Max and Wait wait wait, could we get on with the tape?
Lights, camera, hahh, action Welcome to Red's tape, may I take your order? It's a slaughter if you order the hit without the water And then swallow without the damn water to follow You might be doin' the stupid dance and win a grand at the Apollo Whatchu know?
I'm rough, snap necks, drink Olde E, but crack Beck's That ain't what you told me last week Wreck anything that's wet, when I have sex For instance, I mix with, a style that make you shit bricks Tsk tsk, I’m musically gifted, to rip it Terrific
Um shat lot, Red got crazy knots And knots in the pots Got props from here to George Washington Bridge I get biz, I use hats, so no kids Fuck, I took out more suckers, than a Wait wait wait
Hold up! I don't think I can freak the funk like that I might have to nap, because my afro is like Shaft Puffy, fade it quite lovely and to snuff me Get your gang, 'cause I'm fightin' with more power than Chuck D
Chuck D from Public Enemy? Yeah, he's a friend of me The one that say, "Brothers and sisters?" Yeah, but he’s no kin to me I'm strictly Negro, I freak the style and there it goes, boom! If a stitch in time saves nine, then I got shit sewed
Put pins in needles, and needles in pins A happy man is a happy man, that, when I'm hittin' skins Fuck skins, I'm hittin' puss when it's gush Then eat it when the puss is well cooked
Look! Up in the air? No the cab Who's in the cab? Whut thee? It's Superman! Why? Because it's hot as a motherfucker out here
Oh word, you bet I'm gettin' the fuck out of here man Yeah, me too Oh I forgot to tell you Willya called for you Willya who?
Willya suck my dihk! Aiyyo fuck you! Big nose bitch! I hate your stupid ass You a stupid motherfucker!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
