Redman — Bobyahed2dis

[Intro: Redman & Jeff Stewart] Ah You are now about to enter the psychotic mind of Redman Let's take a journey on a funk cosmic adventure To where no other nigga or bitch has ever entered Let me lick your funky emotions with my cosmic lyrics From a place we call Hell and beyond And I say Right about now, you are rocking with the best Can I get a hit? (Hit it) Thank you (Hit it) 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 niggas, bob to this Come walk with Def Squad on the dark side 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 damn (Word is bond, word is me) [Bridge: Redman] So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit? The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard" Talking 'bout the dog, dogcatcher It's the dogcatcher, I'll catch you Oh, how insane Catch a contact from the weed, it'll bust your brain [Verse: Redman] The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts I'm catching applause when I rock the microphone from the heart My style's foul, so look into the Eyes of Laura Mars As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars Still rollin' down the highway with my forty between my lap, bitch Crossing the GW, coming into Manhattan Boy, my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back My style swarms over ghettoes like crack Go 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 your multi-platinums can't save your ass from the block And you're fucked if it ain't pop The funk is blowin' wattage out your fuckin' trunks Like Pete Puma, I'm known to give a ho lots of lumps (Ha-ha) 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 niggas do in Texas You don't have no heart, you chestless 'Cause your heart's on my necklace I give props to real MC's like KRS-One Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta B, and I'm from The East Coast, where a nigga like you'd get laughed at And since you came out gassed, well, I'm closing your gas cap The creature from the deep, the ultimate funk freaker Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the Preacher (Uh) A menace like Dennis, I got game like Guinness I can French kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentences Lord have mercy (Stop), it's too much funk to cope with Droppin' dope shit after dope shit, we're the Trojans Yell from the lungs That rings from here to kingdom come And I don't have to be a special ed to get dumb [Outro: Redman] So fuck what you heard, word to herb 'Cause I mac-a-frama-lama, plus I kick the grammar, straight from New Jers' Badmon, here we, here we come From New Jersey, in the place to be So fuck what you heard, word to herb 'Cause I mac-a-frama-lama, plus I kick the grammar, straight from New Jers' Because I can jam like Teddy if you let me 'Cause they here to stay I'll be outside when you get there


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