production by erick sermon
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microphone check one two i can feel it
ayo you ready to get down man yo whatever man
you ready to get drunk as fuck whatever man
you you sayin somethin’ whatever man
ayo whatever man
i can feel it check it kool v
i keeps it bangin’ keep it swangin’ mike type of sangin’ yeah
ooh la la la so what ya sayin’
redman erick sermon
yo i’m smokin’ herbals ’til it hurts you
i keep your daughter way out past her curfew
hard far from commercial so whatcha mean nigga
we don’t give a fuck when we smoked out
in the land that’s doped out
it’s like that no doubt
from this bomb weed i cop from the streets
get you open like buttcheeks from girls who be freaks
ayo can i be swv you the one nigga
rap shogun yes e the one
yo i’m rolling with a forty pack of niggas
get my weed from branson ’cause his sack’s bigger
yo give me dap nigga
what i clap lyrically tap call back
ferocious causing comatoses to collapse
so chinkyeyed i see people waving on a map
i make it hotter than your thermostats
bomb mc’s with rough megahertz so call me
funk doctor verbal starburst lyrical expert
your boombox better form a union
’cause i leave your circuits overworked word bond
niggas front like they want it
but i be in the five hundred with e steadily gettin’ blunted
damn nigga you cool at what you spittin’
so why you holding the blunt so long politickin’ huh
i ace them blunts with the technician of electrician
i don’t got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin
i keep it live no jive rolling dutches
that’s masters like the furious five
i keep your crew chinkyeyed for bitches actin’ dog
can you hit it from the back
why not while we toke on this i can feel it
i can feel it
yo yo you ready to roll this weed up whatever man
you ready to knock this nigga out whatever man
yo you ready to get this chedda whatever man
you ready to start this shit off whatever man i can feel it
redman
i smoked with a lot of college students
most of ’em wasn’t graduating and they knew it
you know the weed slang yeah boy i speak it fluent
i light your college dorm with my entourage from newark
bigger they come harder they fall
that goes for knuckleheads mcs pussy walls and all
i lit my first l before i started to crawl
i got my ass whooped when i had my first brawl
but things changed since i was twelve years old
i specialize in wreckin’ mics and area codes now
ppp the kinda niggas that’ll bug with ya
smoke bud with ya later on stick a slug in ya
everything that’s light green ain’t the bomb bitch
i got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch
read my lips you ain’t hittin’ unless you got
ten on it get on it or get the fuck out my cypher i can feel it
you ready to roll this weed up whatever man
you ready to rob this nigga whatever man i can feel it
you ready to fuck bitch whatever man
you ready to guzzle this liquor whatever man i can feel it
whatever man
whatever man i can feel it
whatever man
whatever man i can feel it
Artist: Redman
Year: 1997
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 344