Doc's Da N

[redman]
All the way to motherfuckin georgia
To tennessee
To motherfuckin texas
To north motherfuckin carolina
Yeah, south fuckin carolina
Yeah, deep down, gritty alabama
Funk for your funkin ass, nigga
Ha ha, barefoot walkin motherfuckers

[erick sermon]
Yo, guess who's bout to stomp tonight?
Three seniors, rockin the mic, catchin misdemeanors
So charge us with what-what-ever you feel
Balls of steel, clappin those with rap deals
Fuck hot, i'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ
Battle bout, airing your ass out
So who's dropping shit on what day? my click's the greatest
Chill, or feel the effect of hi-atus
Shit shuts down when the squad's around
It gets _thinner_, it's hexed like white man from town
Three the hard way can't be touched
My style's too faraway, to capture, even with help from nasa
I'm what they call, a living legend, sha-pow
That's what they call, a mac-11, sha-pow
There's two on the way down, blaow blaow
Here's two more, blaow blaow nigga!

[keith murray]
Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (man listen)
Would you kill for your life? (man listen)
Can you get busy all night? (man listen)
(hah hah..) (man listen)

[redman]
Yo-yo-yo yo, yo yo!
I got the down south funk when i clown out punk-ass
Police wanna call dogs and sound off pumps
I short your blaupunkts if you thump my tape
Yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff than riker's isle bunks
Get out your seat, e, spit out the beat
The tracks plow underground concrete out the streets
From baldies to fades, when i rock mc's wave
More flags than puerto rican day parade
And give up, i got the rare footage, of fiends walkin
Barefooted off my rhyme don't dare cook it
You might fall in to intervene
And new jacks and they girl become pookie and that, prom queen
That bodybag won't fit you tonight
You wanna blow up? drop the mic, stick to the pipe
Hand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fight
Take my tapes way down south and triple the price
Step up on the scene like whazzup? hey sugah
Before you cock-tease doc, how that cash put up?
And only way i stop til your click say when
They had enough, cause i could bump to six a.m.

[keith murray]
Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (man listen)
Would you kill for your life? (man listen)
Can you get busy all night? (man listen)
(yo, yo-yo) (man listen)

My life is a rap, each song is a flashback
Of antagonizing anxiety attacks
The beat hits the ground and the earth cracks
Niggaz be like, "oh no not them!" yeah we back
With rhythmatic articulation, god-forsaken
Sick manifestations, pump pump in your face then
The lyrical force that i put in a rhyme
Will hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme
No matter who what when where how i'll lay you down
With a sick illed out fictitious style
Yo, we all represent the hood -- the only difference
Between us is that we make the shit look good!
Programmable annual slammable
You _lyte as a rock_ and _i cram to understand you_
So for niggaz on a mission kissin ass and dissin
We get even like an ambixdeterous, man listen

Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (man listen)
Would you kill for your life? (man listen)
Can you get busy all night? (man listen)
(man listen)

Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (man listen)
Would you kill for your life? (man listen)
Can you get busy all night? (man listen)
(man listen)

[redman]
Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill
Spark the l, "whattup doc?" what the deal?
Clock the squeal, the mc overkill
Certified cylinders 35 mil'
Jumpin out planes, doc's da name
Cock the flame, back to delete the pain
Hater, iksrfo, don't piscapo
Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal
Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds
Bound to rob your neighborhood walbaums
Me and my man jumpin out sedans
Tappin your jaw, like sugar ray did duran
I, execute like wars in beirut
Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the lex coupe
The rhythm hit em without the venom in em
Pen'll scare them with the shit i pull out the john lennon
Hah, dogstar, your girl smokin a lot
I been had a demo before "ridin' high"
Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot
Clorox your fort knox, til y'all call swat
Bite off your ear for a souveneir
Switch from red to roy, give you primal fear
If you don't know the click then you're smokin wet
Funk doc, def squad, from the jersey set

Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out
Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out
Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out
Black the fuck out, act the fuck out
Do you feel it in your body? shake your stinkin ass (2x)
Do you wanna rock a party? shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna get naughty? shake your stinkin ass

Ooooh-weeee! i think the heat is on
Ninety-seven cheech and chong, i'm reachin y'all
Right on, my palm is like the cape on spawn
Active frequency, trip the car alarm
Ribbit ribbit ribbit, got moves to make
Choose the date, today you hallucinate
Smokin me out without war, torn, ghettoes
Opposite of goodfellows, dinero
Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough
Got your wife sayin, "not tonight, hello!"
Money talk, bullshit walk, ask kris
The baptist, roll garcia's with hashish
You need classes for practice to tap this
Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch
Hot potato, drop the data
Guard your emancipation proclimator
Lock shit down, cock the pound - no doubt
As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal
Brick city be the pros at wildin out
Off at the mouth, get dressed like thousand isle
Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky
Crash in the v while we master the p
I beez bout it bout it, causin low mileage
Blacka, make zsa zsa gabor cha-cha
Spit somethin to you then turn your eyes cockeyed
Down with the outz - ah ha ha, ha ha!
Yo tremblin, pickin up the pen again, adrenaline
Got impact like dj boo on "benjamins"
Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your timberland
Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, "it's them again!"

Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out
Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out
Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out
Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out
Do you feel it in your body? shake your stinkin ass (2x)
Do you wanna rock a party? shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna get naughty? shake your stinkin ass

[busta rhymes]
Yo, pepe lepew i ain't messin wit you
Or stressin your crew, your own niggaz be testin you too
Fuckin wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe
Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do
She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone
The don corleone, she wildin all inside of my zone
C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin you out
Sneakin you out, over to my crib, freakin you out
Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly
The way i be hittin it got you sweatin makin you smelly
Shit funky like your mother with her stinkin ass
Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, whoo!
Baby just hold a second and give me a chance
Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance
Now we huggin you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out
Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out

[redman]
Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out
Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out
Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out
Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out
Do you feel it in your body? shake your stinkin ass (2x)
Do you wanna rock a party? shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna get naughty? shake your stinkin ass

Do you feel it in your body? shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna get naughty? shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna rock a party? shake your stinkin ass
Do you wanna drink a forty? shake your stinkin ass

Stinkin ass
Stinkin ass
Stinkin ass
Stinkin ass!

Yo its on!
Crackers, crackers
Niggaz, niggaz
(this is a test of the emergency smokecast system)
Crackers, crackers
Niggaz, niggaz
Fuckers, fuckers
(this is a test,
This-this is a test of the emergency smokecast system)
Crackers, crackers
Niggaz, niggaz

[redman]
Yo yo yo
Funk doc is on a world tear jumpin' 15,000 feet
Out of plane in the air like where
The next ghetto i'm gonna run
I'm gonna shut them ear drums until you talkin' sign language
There go son!
Walls start to bleedin when my jaws is leakin'
Doc do 200 first week your label call a meeting
Yea i'm gonna let the gorrilas up in your building
Kick your door, shoot up the ceiling
Snatch the coke, kidnapp the children
Don't start lying about your tire being flat
Or catching a allergy attack
I'll axe the battle and the bat
Saddling them ho's like yeeehaw!
Bitch enjoy the tour when you're fuckin
The doc 5 o'clock free ride
Ambulance too late for them
These paper thin niggaz robbin' at the atm with a staple gun
I'm a rookie scuba diver, holler
You rap scholars do the knowledge
You wont make it through to college
B the r i-c-k
Never wore those, my lyrics to the mic
Is like my hormones to pornos
Bitches keep the door closed

(chorus)
Mothafuckers be tryin to step in my zone
I grab my chrome
And be like yo its on (4x)

[markie]
Aiyo who fuckin' with us
We bustin' your gut with lyrics
You either feel it or fear it
And smash the hardest artist regardless in steez
I'm heartless with these (you ready) cock it and squeeze
With precise precision you better listen
Guaranteed to blow your vision if we engage in collision
Talk slick and be laid out in chalk
I still stay out in newark
And blaze my way into court
So nigga fuck what u thought

[redman]
What you know about it? (4x)
A-what you know about it?

Yo.. get it right from jump
Doc tapin on debate for months
I got zits on your face that can't wait to bump
Boogie down to the point i barricade the bronx
Papi spins the rhymes through your opti-lens, check it
It's five below, my brain is cold
Runny nose evey time doc exchange a blow
My street team snipe the block up like rob lowe
Bodega liquor store, i'm dead in the window
Ppp symbol got fbi on lookout
Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
I woof out, son you better buckle in
I write the madness, got ink foamin at the pen
I tear a ligament when i spit it in the wind
I got so much game i can con edison
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(yo cuz) shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone put a sock in your mouth, let da monkey out

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2x)

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2x)
Y'all motherfuckers ain't ready

Is redman in the house? (one time)
Form a line, jack ya, then pawn the shine
Stay there, runnin with more kids than daycare
One shot prove it ain't nuttin but weight here
When he lands flat i'm the minivan
With lil' cease, runnin cities like geechie dan
When richie cunningham was o.p. i was low-key
Airing niggaz that was more square than my gold teeth
My appetite for destruction is to hustle
All the cottonmouth'll turnbuckle when i rustle
Mr. tough guy on the side, i fuck him up too
Slam him, when i bark i marked his buchanan

Yo, new york niggaz in the house?
Yo yo yo.. is jersey niggaz in the house?
Yo yo, i hold fort with a quart of olde e from newark
I tell lies under oath if it please the court
Supreme force, in the swamps with the green moss
Bug repellant suit, bustin machines off
I'm deadly roamin with the forty-four blazin in
No negotiator, yo not even chris sabien
Can save your life -- doc'll creep in the house
Yo cut the phones, put a sock in your mouth
Let da monkey out

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2x)

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2x)

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out..

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2x)

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out.. yo

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2x)

Yo, haha, 199motherfuckin9 niggaz
Brick city comin thru
If you don't know this is dr. trevis
Ain't shit changed motherfucker
Pack your own heat, supply your own motherfuckin ammo nigga
Ppp comin thru, this is dr. trevis
Bitch asses

Yo yo yo
Once upon a time up in jersey, yo!
Ha ha, i damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, i knocked on her do', "who is it?"
Ha ha, it's funk doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz in the bricks get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz out in brooklyn get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz all uptown get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz out in queens get smoked a lot

Yo, yo yo
I smoke your buddha to the last drop like i was maxwell
If blunts came in degrees, call me a blackbelt
I'm worldwide chinky, ? dog with chrome inkies
Chicken ridin shottie and she boost all her dickie
This is your brain, this is my tape on drugs
If your lame ass can't feel it, then your cord unplugged
Ppp smoked your weed, ain't nobody around
You just got clowned for a whole half a pound, check it out, now
I do a lot of stupid shit when i be smokin
One time i left my truck runnin in brooklyn wide open
I forget who i call, ask for nia (r - "hello, can i talk to nia?")
And it's tonya (g - "nia?!", r - "oh shit!")
Click over (r - "whassup bitch?".. "oh, hi momma!")
Yo, when i'm on stage rhymin i forget what state that i'm in
The bitches numbers i lost, my baby momma find em
I played the lottery, forty million that day
I probably won the motherfucker but i forgot that i played!

Yo yo yo
Once upon a time up in jersey, yo!
Ha ha, i damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, i knocked on her do', "who is it?"
Hah, it's funk doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz up in cali get smoked a lot
All them niggaz in atlanta get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in virginia get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in rhode island get smoked a lot

Aiyyo-yo, yo
When i get high i start throwin water in the crowd
Battle mc's off the top, slaughterin a child
Detroit call it ganz, miami call it krip
No matter what you call it, it be peelin back my shit!
Aiyyo cali niggaz got bomb -- that same bomb
Made me forget my momma's birthday and it's tattoed on my arm
I misplace my lex keys everytime i be zee'd up
I was caught puttin christmas trees up, and it was easter!
Do y'all motherfuckers feel high tonight?
Knowin y'all niggaz shouldn't drive tonight?
Yo, however the plan go, close the caravan do'
So we can all dye and get high off of secondhand smoke
Brick city got the pep, empty out your black n' milds
Smokin the l with doc earn frequent flyin miles
I flew around the planet with my weed tucked in
I need to go to e.o. rehab, and sign my stankin ass in!

Yo yo yo!
Once upon a time up in jersey, yo!
Ah-hah, i damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, i knocked on her do', "who is it?"
Yo, it's funk doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz in the bronx get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz up in yonkers get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in chi-town get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in detroit get smoked a lot
Lot, lot, lot, lot
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo.. motherfucker
Don't fuck around in the bricks motherfucker
Rats'll whoop your ass over there motherfucker
Nigga got so much backyard boogie over there
The seeds'll kill you motherfucker, yeah!
Chickenheads'll rob you over there motherfucker
Sucker ass motherfucker
Get the fuck on out of here
Yo light that shit here!

(we gon' take you out, on w fuck all y'all radio)

Yo, fuck you!
Yo, y-yo .. f-u-uccck youuuuu!
Yo yo yo, yo yo yo yo, fuck you!
Yo yo yo yo yo fuck you!
Yo, zim zeema, who got the keys to my beema?
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Hey yo yo yo yo yo, stretch it out nigga
Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt nigga
They heard what that nigga say, "puff puff pass motherfucker"
Yeah, "puff puff pass motherfucker"

Yo.. yo yo, yo, yo..
Zim zeema, who got the key to my beema?
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be high range brick city
Watch how you sniff son i'm highly octane
All you hear is bang, bang, bang, bang
Yo, remember you bitch; shit, i forget my last name
It's all about game, nuttin else, for delf
Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot
With high, i take out any comp in the hood
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
Get you steppin in your air max - bounce!
You cockin it back but where dat? bounce!
I got a six pack of heineken and big kap on the wheels
In two laps, i give stella her groove back

[chorus]
My middle name must be fuck you
Cause every time i walk by
Niggaz be like, "f-u-uccck youuuuu!"
I'll be dat, i'll be dat, i'll be dat, i'll be dat
My first name must be he ain't shit
Cause every time i'm in a car
Bitches be like, "he ain't shit!"
I'll be dat, i'll be dat, i'll be dat, i'll be dat

Yo nigga, yo yo nigga
I heard the party goin on in there - yeah
Well let me shake my stankin ass in there - yeah!
Soon as i walk in, dogs are barkin (arf arf arf)
Haters play the back, i stay in front like handicapped parkin
Startin arsons from, jerz to
Arkan--sas me coughin out that dread apartment
Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up
Watch them chickens floatin, dip you in salmonella
I'm ghetto like dnd, fuckin wit d
You be on banned from tv part iii
In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You're light in the ass son, you weigh bout a buck
But i'm one-ninety physique, two-hundred and thirty-fo'
Pounds total when i'm carryin the heat
Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets
Any nigga dat disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then i bag his little piece, rockin the ice
Give it to the projects for the rhyme of the night
(why you actin like dat?) the weed made me do it
Devil's advocate hot, can take days to do it
My crew do drugs that wayne reed couldn't breathe
Dry me in the sun i'll amount to ten keys
Redboned i'm bonin, mc's be clonin
That's before doc stretch and mornin yawnin!

[chorus]

Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give
Niggaz and you bitches, puff puff give

Yo, yo
If you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla
It's four a.m., i'm off a tab and still a
World rap biller, push a big benz
With a chickenhead drawers hangin from my antenna
I'll be god damned if a nigga take mine
On foot, shit, put rollerblades on
Mind your business, the nine with swiftness
I'll pull it, stretch it like fonda fitness
I'm a "everyday nigga" like i'm toyota
Your a&r hope we don't drop the same quarta
Wrapped the puta, in a hefty two-ply
(yo he ain't from chi) so haul ass back to utah

[chorus] -> repeat 2x

F-u-uccck youuuuu!

[big tigga from rap city]
Yea yea yea yea yea
It's w fuck all y'all radio, ya man big tigga
I'll be dat, ya heard? yo!
It's like thirty degrees down here in d.c.
All my niggaz strap the timbs up
Get out the puffy coats and alla that
And i'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later
I'll be dere, heh.. i'll be dat!

Damn
Ladies.. and gentlemen
I got a secret
Somebody told me yo' ass stink!
Don't blame me!

Hah, what, huh..
Ah, one two three four
Huh, huh, yo
Huh, yo yo yo yo yo yo
(c'mere baby)
Yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo
Yo huh

Yeah yi-yeah, these metaphors be broad
Take the shanks out of shaw redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor
That bitch on the salt box, know when i rain i pour
Shoot up the mardi gras with double chrome forty-fours
Full up plates, cause someone i'm ready to take yours!
Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin
Hyperventilatin, you're talk of the town like date raping
Call me the doc-casian spot, the beatles
Malfunction in the sl board without the eq
Fuck fuck fuck bitch i'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then i'm hittin that clutch
It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck your back up
My dubs be filled with dust when i bust you definitely feel
The rapture.. ha ha.. ha hah.. ha hah!

Aiyyo! feel what i feel, see what i see son
Break your neck -- secretly blown, talico style doc
Trace the sketch -- according to verbal recording hot
Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful! cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmeceuticals
I react - the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam further
I serve the murder then beef it to ham-burger
* redman skats, i can't follow it * but i'm only kidding
Knowin god damn well that's hard to spit
Fans call me mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hood
Everyday, wanna star? check an astrologist
Fuck fuck fuck bitch i'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then i'm hittin that clutch
You know, papi chulo with the fucked up grammar
So much spanish ass, niggaz think i own copa cabana
Shot up santa, got more tools than, hanna barbera, check it
The clues i left was hard for cops to etch-a-sketch it
Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards
Fatal, duckin from pussy police in lesables
Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel

High, funk doc, roni size keep the herb twistin
And now get the ampegs real hot like jerk chicken
Ha ha.. alright one more time..

(c'mere baby)

Yo yo yo yo yo!
Yo! call me soopaman luva the rude bwoy
That nigga swv loose they cool for
Ha ha ha, ha ha, ha hah!
Ah-hah ah-hah ah-hah ah-hah
Ah-hahahaha-hah-ha

Yo yo, i'm usually flyin through the motherfuckin air
But the utility belt on my underwear need repairs
So i be in back of the bus unwrappin a dutch
Left court for child support, bitch attackin my bucks (why?)
They wanna fuck with certified private eye
Every week, check stubs to show the judge i got a job
Damn this; soopaman used to stack them chips
Now i'm broke cause little kids riding batman dick
I'm not a hater but the caped crusader blockin my dough
And i'll let off before i push broom on hbo for mr. show
I'm critically acclaimed; but the press'll fuck my name up
Police is lookin for me, call the mayor he'a hang up
Nowhere to run to and brownstone even know it
So i pack the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit
No game; slappin all hoes who got the fame
Then i rob em with chickens who got phone bills in they mama name
(you've been framed!) yeah yeah i know i gotta go out
So i'm shuttin the game down like 30 nuthin blowout
I rip the flow out, from the ceiling, if i spot cash peel it
Soopaman luva gon' switch to soopaman villain

[dave hollister]
Soopaman! roll up a l for me
Know i got to pack the heat (sing that shit dave)
Cause niggaz tryin to fuck with me
(who am i?)
Soopaman! flyin through the air high
Smokin on that bom-baa
I don't give a fuck if i die
(who am i?)

[redman]
Yo yo, i'm back on deck, i never lost the pep in my step
Ride in the cab, drunk as hell, weed and beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so i'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left on the next
Corner, get out and let the 30-30 cock the loogie
Tryin to set me up like jim kelly, muy, muy
Before i hit somebody they say, "we ain't do it!"
I believe them these the same niggaz i grew up in the hood wit

Yo yo yo, what's today's date?
...
Shh, december 8th?
Man today my god damn day off
Yo i'm outta here
...
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah right papi
I'll slap the shit out you

Yo, if this pussy nigga can't get it live
Get him the fuck out and let doc take the job
I guarantee hardcore funk for three months
Warranty within that three months is like pre-nups:
I take half, of everybody's sales, i don't give a fuck
You're rap, r&b or, folk or country
You could do a duet lp with billy dee
I'm the doc pure water lettin bay-watch the slaughter
I jump off stage and kick him in the fade
I'm lifted like my back carry helicopter blades
Fuck a police raid, this a bumrush
You'll agree like siskel and ebert with your thumbs up
Like doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah, doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then

Hah yo, i see y'all niggaz tryin to win, dyin to sin
Liquidate my formats then apply it to skin
I put work in, my label should be buyin a benz
Cause with the chrome i'm swift like the hand on sharon stone
C'mon, it's about the scrilla
Metronomes put holes in bitches silicones then they peel em
I hang with ghetto hoes that, thumbtack they ceiling
Cause when it's time to throw joints, they the ones illin
I'm way above 90 plus tax, kleptomaniac
Take the change out your blue mousetrap
Lo-jacks is no match to locate, what i demonstrate
You need two dr. dre's to phone tap, me
Capi-tal d.o., yo
I keep a dirty piss when i see p.o., yo
My phone number's 9-9-fuck-you
My crew swing like bruce lee num-chuks do, up to
No good, to make myself clear
Any girl ask for drinks is the biggest chicken in here
Like run say, "this is the wayyyyyyyy!"
Def squad lock it like that channel on superbowl sunday
Y'all niggaz ain't ready, for reggie
I b. steady, to rob that bank in philly
Break cool c out then ask her (?) what the deally?
Pass them the ak so we can get busy!
I'm at 112 with jacque with my neck up
This chicken scopin, "who the fuck parkin that lincoln?"
It's d-o-c, def squad crew
I'm ready to fuck baby, how about you?
Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah, doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then

Yo yo, yo, yo, yo, y-yo, you ain't fresh
Still crack a cold beck's and keep the hoes in check
Spit a rhyme to make your neck disconnect your chest
This gilette style be acura and xx, well it's
Doc, blow your wife mx
At the hotel niko, spankin that coleco
I get you hot if you're, lookin through the peephole
Niggaz start duckin out, like i work for repo'
Fo'-fo' italian chrome, bitches yellin, "champagne!"
I stick the whole mo' bottle up inside a hoe
Just cause i can flow, i'm not a sucker
I just love to fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya
Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah, doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk
Give me five, feel my vibe on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then

Yo yo, i said doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah i blow my fuckin weed if you're out of skunk
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then
Well alright then, well alright then
Yeah

[method man]
Hydro... indo... (buddha!)
Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo!
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (jenny)
I need some cut (lady, lady)

Now these doors don't open, til after dark
And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts
(yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo, one bitten, jabberjaws, tryin to taste the
Paper written, kids be bullshittin, i see they flaws
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz
Find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So i gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
That can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*

[redman]
Yo, yo! yo son excuse me?
(yo) i'm tryin to earn a million buck or two
The ill mc step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin bumpin m.o.p.
To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three
(da ruckus!) with the mic i blast men on sight
So off the hook atlantic bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come amg kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted! from being so high..
(so high..) so high.. so high..

[method man]
Air it out
Iron lung i be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut
Slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck
Like them wild-cats at villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
Of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola
Caps grab your hoodie hat, island of stat'
Keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather

[redman]
Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how i left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked f.o.i.
Aiyyo hoe! doc be keepin a dope show like marilyn
Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling
Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
(don't nobody move) don't nobody start flinchin
Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!

[m] who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[r] well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[r] is funk doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[m] hot nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)
[r] bricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[m] mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)

[redman]
Yo tical's and doc, did it before, i'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition, i'm screwin it in
(aiyyo we out!) six drop in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-boys gather around and act p-noid
Bring the trouble t-roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(terminator 2) doc after sarah conn'
For the barrel bonds (am i on?) tical, you're on

Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on

[method man]
Got these slim pickins on my charles dickens, i pack a mac
To make your back stiffen, flip the script i act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen
Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin
So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt
Mc, with a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? (the field nigga!)
Too ghetto fabulous, rza.. sharp, and hazardous
Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a millipede (hot nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
Showin you the pain i feel from holdin these
Black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
They come with batteries included, in wicked ways

[m] who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[r] well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[r] is funk diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[m] meth diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)
[r] bricks to stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[m] mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)

Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...
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