Redman Gimmie One Lyrics

Red Gone Wild: Thee Album Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Fire
  • 2 Bak Inda Buildin
  • 3 Put It Down
  • 4 Gimmie One
  • 5 Fuck Ur Opinion (skit)
  • 6 Sumtn 4 Urrbody
  • 7 How U Like Dat
  • 8 Freestyle Feestyle
  • 9 Walk in Gutta
  • 10 Wutchoogonnado
  • 11 Dis Iz Brick City
  • 12 Rite Now
  • 13 Blow Treez
  • 14 Pimp Nutz
  • 15 Mr. Ice Cream Man (skit)
  • 16 Hold Dis Blaow!
  • 17 Get 'Em
  • 18 Merry Jane
  • 19 Gilla House Check
  • 20 No Mo Soopaman Luva (skit)
  • 21 Soopaman Luva 6
  • 22 Soopaman Luva 6 ½
  • 23 Suicide
  • Gillahouse, take it from the top like this *****

    Yo, Redman 'Back in Business' like E-P-M
    D whips I drive, I gotta TV'em
    I tour New York down, so B.B. King 'em
    Found my way back home like E.T. finger
    I rock the arena, you know the drill
    Get high, get drunk, grab a hoe and chill
    Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action
    Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin
    Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson
    Foreign *****es feelin' me for my accent
    Talk like a boss, I can't complain
    When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James
    I got Brick City, even D.C. *****es
    They all steal for me outta P.C. Riches
    I move like a pimp, but I'm far from one
    Like Lil Weez, I got army guns
    Gimmie one, *****

    [Chorus]
    1, and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
    And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, *****)
    And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
    And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, *****)
    And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
    And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, *****)
    And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4

    Yo, If you don't like me, **** you, I flex one muscle
    Doc got more effects than kung fu hustle
    I'm uptown, buyin' the perk
    Lookin' cut clean, jeans, ? designer shirt
    Redman fell off, what the talks about?
    I wasn't lettin' y'all swim when the shark was out
    Rollin red carpet out, it's Jersey
    Me and them together is like Lil' Seymour and Big Percy
    I knew women from high school that picked on me
    Now I see them, they all wanna lick on me
    I hood down homie, rock like Bon Jovi
    I can work the night shift like he Brian Mobley
    Brick City, boy, my flow is on fire
    Disagree, I go in your mouth like botox
    Pick up Pete Rock, *****, we all cool
    Hit the highway and ask, "Is the CL smooth?" *****

    [Chorus]

    Your style might be parkay, but mine butter
    That ***** can't break no bread, then why **** her
    I'm kinda cocky, homeboy, did I stutter?
    I pop the umbilical cord on my mother
    I jumped out the womb, I became a whale
    That's hard to harpoon, I need more room
    The hood love me, so I keep it real gully
    I got handsome, but my flow is still ugly
    Turn the treble out the track and I'll jet
    I lines in my rhyme are longer than Ikea
    I stay on my grind, but when I come up with an Idea
    The year, is party over here
    It's 5 years I disappeared, but I'm back
    And tell Nino Brown and them that I'm crack
    Grab my bozack, middle finger is up
    I got your grandma givin' it up
    Gimmie one, *****!

    [Chorus]

    Written by: Marvin Gaye, Marvin P Gaye, Peter O Phillips, Reggie Noble
    Lyrics © DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC

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