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Whateva Man Lyrics By Redman

    production by erick sermon

    e dub
    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