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1. _ Rockafella (R.I.P.)
(Pop in the disc, and who the hell is this?) Sat down and opened my mind and said it's time For me to design the right lines Make you one of a kind boy rough and tough and all that stuff Sure enough I'll make the brother's change their minds Then you understand my only principle No need to fuck with the born invincible I'm rated X like a porno feature Leaving MC's dazed, and catching anesthesias Even females get rocked when they try to cock Block the man from doing this hip-hop Techniques unique and that's my word is bond Rockafella's the name but the screaming I'll rock on more free lyrics |
2. _ Boodah Session
Yo that kinda leaky in that shit right there Mmhmm, that shit look like the BOMB, huh Oh yeah, let you take a puff of that shit and just blow the fuck up Hahaha, nigga blow up, BOOM That's why your album like Ahh, that shit you be doin Where the fuck are you coming from? Why the fuck are you always walking from that way? Who? You You know, you know that's the first time you ever seen me walkin that way in like sixteen months Man you crazy, I always see you walkin through that way Man I be on a, I be creepin through the hood more free lyrics |
3. _ Da Journee
Switch... [Dr. Trevis] Hahahahahahaaaa! Come with us Come take the elevator shift six billion feet beneath Where the Def Squad dwells Where your dreams and imaginations is only loose change in a motherfucker's pockets This is Dr. trevis coming to you live from WFDS We're From the DarkSide radio Niggaz, better get your flashlights cause it's pitchblack! [Redman] I travel the Milky Ways, and the stars of the Gods Then return six billion feet beneath to get cigars My lyrical format sounds off like gun claps Underground, where you need flashlights and hard hats My mind is ten levels deeper than Jacob's Ladder Batter the paragraph, after your gall bladder will shatter Nyphomaniac on track when I Flex like Funkmaster Flex you can bet I'm not playing with a full deck! I go far beyond acting hard and pullin triggers I just wanna die and come back as the Nile on the river Zone until I figured, how to wake up in the morning And the corners of my mouth be like foamin when I'm open Y'all neighborhood roughnecks, I cause a threat My silhouette, who pack smacks niggaz just like Treach Comin through comin through, put your hands on your handfun Cause I'm crazy off that chronic from my man grandson I shoot to kill, puff blunts in Hooterville I be murderin MC's from up here to Urbantown I sweat dark, when I get off my shit ock Yoyoyo that's that's E and them! Yo word up? Yo what's going on? Yo chill chill chill chill *car squeels, bullets fire and ricochet* *tires squeel and car crashes* more free lyrics |
4. _ Journey Throo Da Darkside
*explosion* Woo-woo-wowowowooo! Lord hi-gher Could somebody, turn on, da lights Somebody, turn on, da lights *coughing* The darkside! Yessss... Verse One: Redman Guess who's back when I bring funk like Zapp All aboard motherfuckers! While your brains get jacked I'm souped like two scoops of funk juice, word to mother The way I kick you swear that Jim Kelly was in this motherfucker The darkside brings apartheid I act wild like them niggaz from Chi-Town on the Southside Sweeter than this, whoopin niggaz down like Jack Nich when I backflip my tactic graphics Ooooooh! Redman jams it in Due to difficulties I won't be done by ten Friend I got bust shots out the twelve Benz And then we get the bam-ba-zee from one-ten Or is it further up? Plus my style murder ducks So what the fuck, you got the mic turned up fo'? When I Chief Rock underground MC's drop like sheet rock Here's a ride to the underground Chorus: repeat 2X To the beat y'all... Ah to the beat y'all, I do the freak y'all I keep the buddha to last me through the week y'all Verse Two: Redman Come take a trip on my cosmic movie boogie flicks Far beyond space so niggaz say your grace It's a True Lie that I bring drama like Schwarzeneggar When a baby, I had other babies in labor catchin vapors With two gats I move like too fast like Paxton Ask Toni Braxton who got seven days of action Black stars or moons eclipse the volume Bang zoom I'm sendin honies on the moon with ten bags of boom Ridiculously I will pimp an MC To degrees I leave spots like chicken pox, check the synopsis I grow confusing just like Rubik's cube boxes Float like the butter, fly so what if I blow your lenses, tear the fuckin hinges Did I mention that my lyrical format gets more ahs than a dentist When I'm in this, the knotty-headed era causes terror Y'all gimmick motherfuckers better get y'all shit together One for the money and two for my peeps Nynex can't even reach my technique or rap sheets For the Squad I lick two shots word to God Then take y'all dreams and imaginations To the darkside more free lyrics |
5. _ We Run N.Y.
Intro: Dr. Trevis, Hurricane G, Redman Hahahahahahaaaaa [KRS] Watch out! Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside [KRS] Watch out! from Hell and beyond, the knotty-headed nigga era has triumphed [KRS] Watch out! a new ever! If you don't know, your bitch ass better [KRS] Watch out! axe somebody! Shoot em up! [Glo] The Hurricane G is live and in color [KRS] Watch out! [Glo] We run you motherfuckers! [Red] The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color [KRS] Watch out! [Red] We run you motherfuckers! [R+G] Puffin mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch and a nigga, cause niggaz, and bitches ain't shit! Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis [KRS] Watch out! is in the motherfuckin house With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass [KRS] Watch out! Yeahhh! Verse One: Hurricane G, Redman The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk (Hoo-hah!! Wild like Shaolin monks) Representin, comin out of Brooklyn, Flatbush you wuss, you can't push push in the bush Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond Where the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled Cheech and Chong The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna, then I rock jams like Santana I move MC's like niggaz move keys uptown Red and Hurricane G, SO HOW YOU LIKE US NOW?!!?! Chorus: repeat 4X [KRS] Watch out! We run New York Yeah Verse Two: Hurricane G (Hurricane G hit em one time) From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks So I holds back what you took! I take my funk and my religion serious Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious (hahahahaa) cause I'm furious! How dare you motherFUCKERS, forget about the ultimate funk, BITTTTTCH nigga! I got your wicked witch with a switch Motherfucker, fuck you and your crew! So what nigga, is it you wanna do? In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches For the real trick deez who can dig it Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the back The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack buddha on the rhyme since eighty-nine It's all in your mind, but what's yours is mine Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes Now! It ain't a nigga who could hang or pop yang, about a motherfuckin th-a-a-a-ang And uh, fuck any bitch who can't hang I'm representin bitches universal! It go, one for the biz, on the bizness Which y'all blesses with God's blessings, do you see? Hurricane and Redman original steel Latin Queens in the house!! So nigga swing it over here on these big fat tits!! (Titties, hahahahahaa) Verse Three: Redman The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block I'm walkin through the sewer with manure on my socks Your style, I freaked it when I was a child So you talkin that baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now? Verbally I crush, brains erupt Blow your focus, like you sniffin angel dust Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a cock-sucker And cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherfuckers Every verse every word I preach Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat! I light a blunt for niggaz up in Sing-Sing I do it to death, style is funk that's fresh Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contest And I'm hotter, than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and I'm as eager, as nigga wantin my shit to dub Cause my shit be BANGIN like the Crips and Bloods Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots I Skywalk the planet like my code name was Luke From the darkside, I'm from the darkside Pah I'm Above the Law like Steven Segall Motherfucker!! Outro: Dr. Trevis [KRS] Watch out! Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside Come travel [KRS] Watch out! on our metaphoric futuristic type shit As we blow your brains like spliffs [KRS] Watch out! Dr. Trevis is outta here For the nine-fo' you stank... bitch [KRS] Watch out! Yeahh [KRS] Watch out! more free lyrics |
6. _ Basically
[basically] (24X) Whoo, hahh... ohhahh, wooooh Aww shit!! Hey dudes my interludes more fatter than most niggaz LP's So don't sell me to stale cheese I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama puffin on ganja, sippin on a, Cherry Bianca My grand finale's like an alley when it's rowdy kick more bars than the penile G And let my nine clap loudly Click click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka!! What am I do to ya? It's somethin new to ya Like screwin ya, all over my studi-ah Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties That quickly I hooked you, now fix me with your lips B...otch, unloosen my belt thinkin to grab the crotch But before you do move my glock before it shoot my cock And see basically them trick bitches get no dap (word) And see basically Redman album is no joke (word) And see basically I don't get caught up at my label (word) Cause I kill when they fuck with food on my dinner table (word) I drop a punchline at lunchtime cause I'm a Close Encounter of the None Kind with dumb rhymes I battle allay'all at one time So fuck all you fools out there with the large vocabulary in your sentence, I don't need that shit to pay my rent with, huh And to the nosey snake-ass hoes I ask you Why you be acting all fly when your monkey-ass work at fast food? And why is it everytime that a multiplatinum artist always use the underground to make a comeback? Is it fair to the hardcore niggaz that rap? That don't give a fuck about the radio plus the next bitch at that? And being hardcore and mad about wearing high-tech boots and black skelly hats? And making fake-ass frowns because your best buddy packs? Think about it Sip on a chocolate thai, and let your brain fall out of focus This is another episode, coming live from the Funkadelic man himself Yeah Ahhh Huh more free lyrics |
7. _ Cosmic Slop
Intro: Keith Murray Yeah, bout to fly that knot Redman, Keith Murray, Erick Sermon with the, Cosmic Slop And we all pack glocks Word is Bond, word is bond Fuck around and get shot Verse One: E Double As I flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks Flyin expert, puttin in work No question, cosmic funk and weed session Like GangStarr, step up, it's Hard to Earn But I change up the mode, and blow up the globe The bandit, spittin dialect umm (UMMM) Catchin wreck umm (UMMM) One two micraphone check (UMMM) Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey To Hell and beyond FUNKADELIC DROP THE BOMB!! Verse Two: Redman Boo-yaa! I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya My Cosmic Slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers My flow freeze the Nile, The Funk Child splits the river Then I crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust I'm spaced out, I LOST MY MIND ON CLOUD 19 VISINE FOR EYES, when I blow Alpines Dial 9, 0-0, For the hero of the wierdos I hope my brain don't bust Transform into a 7-11 Slurpie Slush IT'S THE FLY, My music will burn eyes Twice the chemical of Clorox Then I do an autopse on four cops When my jaws drop, ock, I fidget my nuts alot Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk I'm like an eclipse on a Friday, the 13th With black cats and Haley's Comet, blazin blunts in my driveway Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends That Def Squad will get the fuckin cream like Noxem...geyeah For those that remember pics and afros (it's on like that) Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got em Spaced out, way out, is what I'm talkin about In the Cosmic Slop of the Ghetto zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu Verse Three: Keith Murray With amazing manifestations, I dictate to nations More Cosmic Funk innovations in my creation This Cosmic sick mic cylcicyst Mega segments, be Sega, like Genesis I orbits the solar system, listenin Guzzlin, never sippin, or slippin and sympin when the track is rippin I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin Man listen, I give your whole crew a ass drenchin Just for mentionin, goin that route, runnin yo mouth You get your head smacked off towards down South And your crew too will be spaced out Way out, no doubt, y'all niggaz need to stop And get with this Cosmic Slop (Cosmic Slop, Cosmic Slop) And now, we program, we program Pop in the disk and who the hell is this? more free lyrics |
8. _ Dr. Trevis (Signs Off)
Yo *echoes* *weird hearbeat like sounds* [I can hear myself... *echoes*] *maniacal laughter* *bell rings, slowly, then faster, then slows again* On the behalf of the knotty-headed nigga and the Def Squad force We'd like to thank you for purchasin the new Redman tape And hope you show the same love for us next go 'round *bell rings* *short, phat beat is looped* *static* more free lyrics |
9. _ Dr. Trevis
(Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind) [Dr. Trevis] OK Redman, on the count of three I want you to completely forget how you did the first album Erase data number four exhibit C-Y protanium Now... what I want you to do is concentrate Concentrate on how you will do the second album No funk element too nucleus to the ninth power Exhibit four-L-W Now... when I count to three I want you to fall into a deep mind of emotion But before you do Redman, I want you to Light this shit up high! [Redman] *somebody whimpers* Tired of burning, ahhhh! *whispered* Kill that motherfucker Yeah, help me get out of here *whispered voice cackles* Die nigga die! I don't wanna die *whispered voice* Die! Hehehehehe [Dr. Trevis] I want you to concentrate very hard on how you will do the second album I want you to take the funk where it has never gone I want you to take this LP to where no other LP has risen You son of a bitch!! Dr. Trevis signing off [Redman] *beginning of Bobyahed2dis music* Ahhhhhh... 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... more free lyrics |
10. _ Wuditlooklike
Intro: Eeeyeahh Wuditlooklike, to all you trick bitches and you punk ass niggaz out there I'm talkin to you live from WFDS We're From the DarkSide radio It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker But the funk just don't stop As we take y'all fat roly-poly asses on another journey To the darkside... Verse One: Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat Verbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness To the best of my ability I rock any facility And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries I'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!! I'm saggin my.... Karl Kani... and Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I. Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E. But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class PPP, got the glocks and techs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck Chorus: repeat 4X I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike) Verse Two: A-hem... The Funk Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops Because (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular) Rock six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta) Knew my style got more powers than Cocoon Zoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin When I'm vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect Verbal communications blow to the next ep I'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up The boogie verbalist, vocalist I get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloist My style reachin down like Ike, switch up like dykes and You'll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike Chorus Verse Three: Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no love cuz They think I'm crazy and like mentally sick Ahhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I Smoke a pound of herb a day, and yo Some bitches say, I'm the Mack like Maceo I don't be that I just beez the funk disease that leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through That other shit, makes them other ship, flip funk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I from Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump And that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks I bust off the glock for the hood and the block Chorus more free lyrics |
11. _ Slide and Rock On
Intro: Yo, this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in the holdin pen with me in central booking Welcome to the system [Ha ha ha haaaa! Yeahhh! Motherfuckers! Coming to you live from Newark, New Jersey] [Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up] Fucked up [all night] all night [Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up] Fucked up [all night] all night [Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker] Verse One: Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic I come wtter than Purple Rain, I bust brains, the funk Doctor Spock, got the glock, now I'm smokin out your sess spot I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY Who is that nigga that's comin six billion feet I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly Look at the letter-coated afro like my man Shaft would be The new vroom, crisp like chicken and Chinese food I'm just like The Whispers here to put you in the mood [Jumpin Jersey] Yeah you heard me, got more family than the Partridge Roll the red carpet for Red from here to corner markey You're tryin me, I'm a menace of society, right [Yo yo they killed your style] Yo yo, I ain't lettin shit ride Droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms Covering my dick, plus I'm diesel like all of them Chorus: Repeat 2X Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [somebody, help meeeeee!] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [You gotta rock on] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Verse Two: My momma used to tell me turn that shit the fuck off So I had to play like Foxy and get off [get off] My shit was thick I bought a clip then cocked my own grip at honeydips Cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, beeitch Selling bags from uptowwwwn Me and Lester put our money together now we got the block locked down 31 to local A-Train's, Hoboken I took the back way, New Jersey transit cops were open I'm hopin, that they don't go inside my boots Cause we had everything, from jewelry to thai-one suits And ClienTEL, I'm drinkin Ballentine L in hell So Redman rock well before our record sell Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous [And if ya ain't come back] Is what the base-head used to tell us [Yo fellaz!] Our whole scheme sinkin like boats Cause Les mixed biz with pleasure when we shoulda stuck to lactose But every good thing comes to a end With no ends, on the block, sellin weed again My moms tried to make me go to school, I just didn't listen Got locked up, now I'm all in the system, listen Chorus Verse Three: Whassup! I tickle your putty-cars with my loonie raps on groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts From my city I spread it all like Jiffy It's a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be I mold like clay, and roll dice just like Andrew I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handle Whatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathy So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept MC's I keep my car underground just like the Lords Even though I'm known, like all the four wheels on the course So let me pull up to your bumper like Grace Jones Cause my shit be WAY off the hook like pay phonesssahh! *dial tone* more free lyrics |
12. _ Bobyahed2dis
[Jeff Stewart] And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best! Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing* 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 niggaz, bob to this Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside 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 DAYAM!!! [Redman] So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit? The mirror said "You are, you conceited bastard" *cutting and scratching of bastard* Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts I'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back My style swarms over ghettoes like crack Blow 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 the multiplatinums can't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop The funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps 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 niggaz do in Texas You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace I give props to real MC's like KRS-One Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from The East coast!! Where a nigga like you get that fat? And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence Lord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with Droppin dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come And I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!! more free lyrics |
13. _ Winicumuhround
The hype's got me, I knock em out the box then out socks Cause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks My block...'s hot, so gimme all you got When I'm done rockin, I leave you all doin the Bus Stop My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast em like cookouts I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books out Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye Starvin since the days of Kindergarten When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong I'm Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb I'm like the Bronx, cuz I Boogie Down I'm representin Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget (Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it The top, notch, look over your sess spots Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops Burn more steam than carpet cleaners I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor Boom-bash I set it off (right right) I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and The funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbin I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter Are you tuned in to my tunes it's boom Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker The way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz With a pad and a pen I blend funky images That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and three years move along there's nothing to see here If I wasn't nice motherfucker I wouldn't be here Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket Def Squad's in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang The sound makes your brains wet with The Color Purple on a freight train The devil's the conductor Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn I'm more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian Don't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's And other alien type of MC's So throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman's about to get live Like one-two-five I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker more free lyrics |
14. _ A Million and 1 Buddah Spots
Still walkin down the streets with my hand on my black tec My brain is high like Newark New Jersey do car thefts I'm high, when I sag my 2 Black Guys I would be brief but my Karl Kani's didn't dry I smoke the blunt for all you underground chumps My smoke bangs like it's freshly picked from the swamps So nigga how you roll a blunt? Aiyyo, how you roll a blunt Flip the script on some other shit like how you roll a cunt Now, I smoke the Maui, wow-wee Then I'll be back for me, I'm Sure, like Al B. Go Uptown, smoke quarter-pounds at the Dungeon Keith Murray meets me at the spot with the Bom-Ba Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number Who can get swift with the microphone mist Plus I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D My funk respect it, cosmic injected That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants It's gonna hurt -- no it's not a gat experience The funk dweller, creeps through your cellar And if your moms don't know your ass better tell her, like this y'all There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world That got good herb for all you boys and girls Which one do you go to? *many shouts* Which one do you go to? *many shouts* I'm packin buddha by the pounds and pull my Phillies from knapsacks Hey yo I didn't know your nickel bags come that fat Yo check it, my lyrics strip the track butt-naked Catch the Local to the A to the buddha to my vocals and I, set the world on fire Get a billion people higher, from just one blunt in my cypher You swore to God you was mixed in bom-ba-zee The rhymer Bombs Squads and MC's like Hank Shocklee I spend a knot at all the buddha spots From fifteen to fifty-fifth I ran all through the blocks I set it off jock, I light a blunt for my nigga D That's doin three pack, now where I get the hash at You can't fuck with my funk cause my funk is kinda abstract Past that, I'm rough like McGruff on dust There's a million and one blunt spots in America Yeah I'm tellin ya Now just throw your blunts up in the motherfuckin air Smoked out with niggaz from North Newark to Montclair I rip the nouns from antonyms to synonyms Cause I got soul like James Brown and rock M&M One of the America's Most Blunted Smoked out with MC Eiht and Compton Most Wanted Ninety degrees, smoke with L.O.D. on the Island Then back to Stat, to smoke more packs with the Shaolin I showed the women how to roll a blunt stronger But it didn't work, because they Lee nails got longer But the weed is good for when you're mackin and girls can front it off like they don't know shit that happened I know what happened, I told her, BACK, NICK that motherfucker So check! My stamina, your ass couldn't snap with cameras Leave you on your back like Godzill did Gamera Props on blocks smokin the choc and what-nots I might catch a nickel bag sale from bus stops *needle rips record* more free lyrics |
15. _ Tonight's Da Nite (remix)
Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy? Word is bond, word is me Smokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and Check it out, whatcha want and Go on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks I'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can *bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? HELL NO Come back in to fatten to funky tracks Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch the clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh So on and on and let me kick the rab That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant... ..ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz I kill like that, plus I roll like that I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute the loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva Let me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah! Oh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it She wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass And lickin ya down to your clitoris Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus! Baby, cause I'm famous! Nope, I didn't mean that The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that more free lyrics |
16. _ Sooperman Luva II
[hard enough that I can chew a whole bag of rocks] Hyah! Attention to all you punk motherfuckers out there (uh-huh uh-huh, check it out, check it out) Funky Noble Productions represent for the nine-four and nine-five area Reggie Noble and Rockwilder in the house for the nizzow If you don't know you might as well close your biz out (To my peeps in Queens) Yeah, ohh shit, yo, it's a bird (Nah I thought that shit was a fuckin plane dude) Nah nah nah, it's Soop, Soop, Soop-a-man [It's on!] Hah Verse One: Redman Well it's the Soopaman Lovah in your motherfuckin town Get down go round and round like shocks on your G-spot Honeydip, now all of y'all up in that funny shit But I ain't switched, still a honeydip is a honeybitch in the mix! So bitches be lookin fly and I'll run in em With they toes and nails done, hair wrapped up with pins in em Fifty-four eleven Reebox bitch which you need not to do is get fly, cause where I'm from, bitches get speed knots Slow your monkey ass down and hold your horses Don't wanna know your name don't wanna know none of your sources Just fix me, with a quickie, I swear more Lake's than Ricki So bad I use my X-Ray vision to give y'all clits a hickie And plus the weed I puff is from the planet of Cheech and Chong Where the earth is chronic, and How To Roll a Blunt is the theme song Oooh you makin me horny! Well uhh, let me wipe that wetness for ya Slurped and burped, got that bitch more open than my door do Let's take a journey up in the stars where I live at Where I fuck Jane, Judy Jetson, and that robot bitch-ah Grab onto the cape and uhh... I said before I took her don't choke me! And it's up up and away I took the hooker And it's on Verse Two: Redman We landed on my planet, we smoked out like a fuck up Bought a dime from Jabba the Hut and some uncut for the hooker She said, "I don't sniff blow I just smoke weed to get me horny. So I'm nothin like that bitch in your last Soopaman Lovah story." You go girl! But I didn't believe her, had to make sure Where you from, the projects? "Yeahhhh, but I'm single. You needed a quickie and I'm just that bitch to break you off, shit my pussy's so good, it tickle my legs when I walk!" Oh really, just show me a couple of ways how you'll thrill me She lifted up her dress and the whole area got chilly "So what you think of that?" I threw that bitch back on my back Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat I lived in the same building with Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk Got R2D2 and Mork from Ork puttin in work See I got the block sewn "Oooh baby let's get it on!" About time, I opened the door she had her ass and tits showin She rushed me to the room and stripped me out of my attire She tied me to the bedposts then she lit the room on fire She took out a scarf wrapped it around my eyes till I was blind But with my X-Ray vision I saw the icepick from behind So I broke out the ropes, smacked the hoe, then suplexed her She pulled out a Tec and wet my chest with the S1's "Oh shit I'm shot!" There was blood all over my finger! I think I left my other bulletproof suit in the cleaner She gave a whistle, they came in crews, word is bond It was a bunch of Martian bitches with bodysuits and Platforms "Damn, I gotta think of a plan, whatamIdo? Did Superman have a gun?" Nah, but the Soopaman Lovah do! So I pulled out the fo'-fifth, left the bitches open Had another clip in case some mo' bitches want mo' shit And I saw that trick Bewitched flying on her broomstick Pa-dow! Shot her down because I leave no witness Job well done I cleaned myself in a hurry Oops! Gotta catch this blunt session With I Dream of Jeannie and Kieth Murray Aiyyyo-yo-yo Keith aiyyo what's up? Aiyyo more free lyrics |
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