Redman Basically LyricsWhoo hahh... ohhahh wooooh
Hey dudes my interludes more fatter than most *****z 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 *******
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 ****
And see basically them trick *****es 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 **** 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 **** all you fools out there with the large vocabulary
in your sentence, I don't need that **** to pay my rent with, huh
And to the nosey snake-*** hoes I ask you
Why you be acting all fly
when your monkey-*** 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 *****z that rap?
That don't give a **** about the radio
plus the next ***** at that?
And being hardcore and mad about wearing high-tech boots
and black skelly hats?
And making fake-*** 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