Redman Basically Lyrics

Whoo hahh... ohhahh wooooh

Aww ****!!

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




Written by: Reggie Noble

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