- REDMAN Yesh Yesh Ya'll 歌词
- REDMAN
- Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them
Lex door My tex-ture be the kind that explore
MC's then blow em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemploy nigga
I should own a fly bitch house and a
Benz But I got chickenheads criminals and broke friends that love to get in, keep the seventeen spinnin
Pull out from my jaw linin, commence to split end
Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture
Cause when
I'm shittin niggaz hit mo decks than a skipper
Mr and Mrs
Howe, Mary
Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the
Professor to take the rigger waters out
I got orders to kill em softly
I wouldn't leave a trace if
I died and police chalked me
Who's the
Boss G you better radio the walkie talkie
For the Fatal
Attract MC's that stalk me
Got a big dick and your bitch click
When I flip this
I got more work than a olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track
Milkier than
Similak when
I'm next up to bat [Snoop] ("Redman is on the mic and I'ma..." "Dope motherfucker, yeah, you best ax somebody") [Sermon x8] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
Fuck the talk
I walk whatever
I claim to do
Knock a mule on her ass and turn her pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if your
Fighter was
Virtua I'm a round-the-clock lyricist,
I sleep in my work boots
It's a Thin
Line Between
Love and Hate
It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
Deaths by far, my rap repatoire be the art of murderin makin it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
Spock smoke it with your baby mama
Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here
Male groupies gettin shaky when
I come from the rear
Hah, that get on your nerve neighbor that play the music loud as fuck three in the mornin off a paper
With mad Zul in the
L-S-C In the downtown area, scannin the perimeter
All my boos with the open toed shoes
If you ain't gettin that pussy eaten right, let me show you
Then let you taste these, this
Brown Fox said
Ain't No Nigga like the -
Funk Doctor
Spock G [Sermon x4] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
As I dive into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin loud
Who da fuck runnin off at dey mouf?
I let my nigga
Fifty Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin bout pourin out
Cristal and
Dom P they better stick to
Sade Blackin out whylin, smackin out weaves
Break niggaz cheap ass chains and medallions
You're just a part time sucker in the game
Shit is real motherfucker start namin names
And if you name my name
I whoop ass like
Steven Seagal
Give you Under
Siege 2 without the fuckin train
Let your brains hang from the 808 bang
And if I wrecked your cipher then my
Squad is to blame [Erick Sermon x12 then fades:] (Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
We'll be right back with some more funk shit for all you stankin asses after we pay these bills
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