Redman Hold Dis Blaow! 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
  • Red's gone wild

    Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
    I ain't thug ***** I don't, bullet-proof ****
    Gilla *****, and we abide by the blueprint
    We ain't all loud, holla and whoopin
    Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nothin'
    You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin'
    I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy
    And even for that cake I'll **** Lil' Debbie
    Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore
    Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore
    Get shut down! Yeah, knock your mans off
    Wouldn't trade places if you ? or Randolph
    Shorty shorty, give me that body
    Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
    Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin
    Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it!

    [Chorus]
    You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street)
    Real street *****z ain't havin' that ****
    You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street)
    Real street *****z ain't havin' that ****
    You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street)
    Real street *****z ain't havin' that ****
    You could hold dis blaow! And *****s is, nig'
    And *****z is gettin smoked G, believe me
    You could hold dis blaow!

    Gilla House foundation (yeah)
    Gilla House foundation (aww yeah)
    Gilla House foundation (thorough *****s, no, no!)
    Gilla House foundation (monkey *****z)

    Yo, Gilla *****, era, **** you, pay me
    Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key
    It's like Janet, "What Have You Done for Me, Lately?"
    Nothin', I blew up, you try to inflate me
    Dog, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud
    End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood
    So when you get here show a whole lot of love
    Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a truck
    I don't condone, I got kids to relate to
    "Redman Gone Wild" - hear the new debut
    Fox 5 a *****, boy that's great news
    Now I'm back in the, hood like Grey Goose
    Who gon' stop me? I'm razor sharp
    With Gilla *****s front line, and Jay the boss
    Y'all chicken *** *****s blood made of broth
    But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New York
    So all you West Coast *****s, get that money
    Cause these Brick City dudes get that money
    It's gonna be, one ***** that'll act funny
    ("Yo I'm gon' get this *****, leave the Cadillac runnin'")
    Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy ?
    I'm ****ed up, I slipped my own self a mickie
    Doin' dirty, I'm triple-X "XXX" like Vin Dies'
    Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy's
    Shorty shorty, give me that body
    Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
    Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin'
    Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it!

    [Chorus]

    Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla
    Yeah, Gilla *****s
    (Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla)
    Thorough *****z
    Monkey *****s (blam)

    Written by: Reggie Noble, Dominique Owens, Kevin Delance Scott, Dayna Stinson, Christopher Wallace
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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