well all rite cha

redman

hydro. indo. hah. cocoa. yo

ya-ya-yo!

i need some brown weed all day

i need some brown weed

i need some cut

now these doors don't open

til after dark

and it ain't til 12 til the party really starts

(yo

me and my crew had to be in by ten

right before the fun was about to begin)

yo yo

one bitten

jabberjaws

tryin to taste the

paper written

kids be bullshittin

i see they flaws

too many rebels

not enough cause for me to pause

them broads love my shitty drawers

the finest

criminal minded put my life behind it

you niggaz

find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle

she too sexy

so i gotta watch you fast bitches

too many tricks

that can give a dick a bad sickness

yo

yo! yo son excuse me?

i'm tryin to earn a million buck or two

the ill mc step in

doc start walkin bumpin m.o.p. to catch a nigga gettin gassed

puttin ten on three

with the mic i blast men on sight

so off the hook atlantic bell had to go on strike

doc did it

metaphors come amg kitted

20/20 vision

comes tinted! from being so high. so high. so high. air it out

iron lung i be the street soldier

ante up

pull them panties up

party's over

in the cut

slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder

bringin ruck

like them wild-cats at villanova

hot as fuck!

duke or sober

suave bowler

soul controller

of the universe

stole-a

colder than cola

caps grab your hoodie hat

island of stat'

keep them cats runnin for they gat

in stormy weather

gats

right hook

uppercut swollen how i left your eye

stage dived

made a mistake

kicked f.o.i. aiyyo hoe! doc be keepin a dope show like marilyn

manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling

jersey drop son

watch me whip it like midget

diggin in that whole plate and

piss on your picnic

don't nobody start flinchin

limo driver

roll up the fuckin partition!

who them niggaz that be rollin them thai

high as a kite?

gettin pussy all nite yeah yeah

well who them cats you can call on

when you wanna brawl?

and so on yo yo

is funk doc up in the house? yo yo

hot nix up in the house?

bricks to stat' hold it down yo yo

mad dick up in your mouth

yo tical's and doc

did it before

i'll do it again

snatch spark to the ignition

i'm screwin it in

six drop in ten seconds

what?

i'll be the first one on the floor at your

wedding reception

b-boys gather around and act p-noid

bring the trouble t-roy

to earlobes

keyloid

doc after sarah conn'

for the barrel bonds tical

you're on

uhh-uhh-on

uhh-uhh-on

uh uh-uh uh-uh

uh-uh-on

got these slim pickins on my charles dickens

i pack a mac

to make your back stiffen

flip the script i act different

the eyeball

keep your distance

warning y'all you don't listen

bitchin over shit you ain't gettin

so finally

puttin in work

the big hurt

mc

with a social disease

and get it first

enemies

feel my energies

four centuries of anger

remember me?

too ghetto fabulous

rza. sharp

and hazardous

figure

with bad habit

can't hold his liquor

speed like a millipede

contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves

paragraphs

hundred degrees

my pen bleed

showin you the pain i feel from holdin these

black thoughts

deep rooted

nowadays

they come with batteries included

in wicked ways

who them niggaz that be rollin them thai

high as a kite?

gettin pussy all nite yeah yeah

well who them cats you can call on

when you wanna brawl?

and so on yo yo

is funk diggy in the house? yo yo

meth diggy no doubt!

bricks to stat' hold it down yo yo

mad dick up in your mouth

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