Redman — Rockafella

[Intro] Ayo, yo, yo, yo, you better pass it Ayo, check this out We coming to you live from that bomb Chocolate City, my man Where the knotty-headed niggas and the Brick City brigade dwell And if you don't know, your fool behind better ask Yo, yo, you better pass that blunt Ayo, E, we comin' to you live with the Cosmic type stuff [Verse 1] Well, it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath And you should be peepin' how I get smoked out on the weekends I swing it to my crew, or down to my fam Schoolin' hello's knockers like final exams 'Cause, it's that (Huh), Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant Elements, and it's coming through your blocks, can't you smell it, trick? Wanna copycat my whole format So you get funk tracks, punchlines, and skull hats Huh, got a little Redman in town Who's the effin' clown soundin' wack with the frown? I don't know, man, but you better warn him what I would do Wild out on this staff like birds one and two My crew runs thicker than syrup from the barrel You get hurt up, word up, jammed like Pearl Knock off a bloodclaat, puff on a rough block R.I.P. my man, Rockafella, it don't stop [Chorus] On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin' on to the funky shit, come on (On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin' on to the funky shit) I said Jersey's in the house (Jersey's in the house) I said Brooklyn's in the house (Brooklyn's in the house) I said Uptown's in the house (Uptown's in the house) I said the Bronx in the hid-ouse (The Bronx in the hid-ouse) [Verse 2] Newark, New Jersey, rock, rock on, word is bond I'm comin' in swarms, so turn your flashlights on Due to difficulty, my style blows wattage across the planet In forty-eight hours like Nick Nolte Droppin' the flavor, stay sky high like pager I'm magical like Fantasia on paper I saw the light like Kraftwerk, of course When the T-L-A Rock shock the stuff, it's yours In your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed Thinkin' you gonna sell two mil' cakes real fast But you flopped, and your image choked like a TEC Now who freakin' style your ass gonna steal next? Are there any more imitators in the house? There are no Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago Catch the combo, funky like a bag of Bravos Way back when I pumped 92 KTU in Harlem Huh, I just stay funky like that Make you wanna, shh, my style like a junkie on crack Trick, you better back the freak up, for real now When I break it down from Newark, NJ to Illtown [Chorus] On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin' on to the funky shit, c'mon (On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin' on to the funky shit) I said Virginia's in the house (Virginia's in the house) I said Cali's in the house (Cali's in the house) I said Atlanta's in the house (Atlanta's in the house) North Carolina's in the house (Carolina's in the house) [Verse 3] Yoo-hoo, watch the birdie while Red wreck your brains early If rap was B-ball, I'd have assists like James Worthy Dribble the rock if you got the hots to get your knot rocked Twice my device, Run-D.M.C.'s from my rock box Hey you, better come clean like Jeru Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view to your crew I give a boom bip to Q-Tip Standin' tall like Shaq, money, I'm back, this ain't Blue Chips The new stuff, creamin' brothers like Breyers He's heating up, nah, brother, I'm on fire Dribble dribble, shootin' three pointers to the drum Trick try to take my style, foul, and-one DJ Twinz in the house for the nine-square My man Shaft, you don't know, you better ask [Outro] Hah, that bomb Chocolate City coming to you live For the ninety-four era Ayo, you better pass that blunt, ayo, check this out We gon' take it to you live where Newark, New Jersey drops that chocolate funk for ya Every day and all day, how we do it, word is bond, word is day Def Squad's in the house for the nine-four, word is bond, word is day They said Hawthorne Ave got the good smoke, word is bond, word is day Knotty-head niggas in the house for nine-four, word is bond, word is day Brick City brigade in the house for nine-four, word is bond, word is day Redman rocks on and on for the nine-four, word is bond, word is day Word is bond, word is bond in the house, I'm in the house Word is bond, word is day You can suck my balls and lick my clip, not word bond, word to me Word is bond, word to me Word is bond, word to me Check it out, check it out We comin' to you live with the Cosmic Slop On the fuckin' block and we got the Glocks to your knot Who's the funk nigga and I'm comin' to your blocks It's the Cosmic Slop, hit you with the irrelevant, ele— yeah