Redman Uh-Huh Lyrics

Malpractice Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Roller Coaster Malpractice (intro)
  • 2 Diggy Doc
  • 3 Lick a Shot
  • 4 Let's Get Dirty (I Can't Get in da club)
  • 5 WKYA (Drop)
  • 6 2-Way Madness (skit)
  • 7 Real Niggaz
  • 8 Uh-Huh
  • 9 Da Bullshit
  • 10 Who Wants to Fuck a Millionaire (skit)
  • 11 Enjoy da Ride
  • 12 Jerry Swinger Stickup (skit)
  • 13 J.U.M.P.
  • 14 Muh-Fucka
  • 15 Bricks Two
  • 16 Wrong 4 Dat
  • 17 Judge Juniqua (skit)
  • 18 Dat Bitch
  • 19 Doggz II
  • 20 Whut I'Ma Do Now
  • 21 Soopaman Luva 5, Part I
  • 22 Soopaman Luva 5, Part II
  • 23 Smash Sumthin'
  • [Verse One]
    Yo, now first of all I'm a kid about money
    Talkin hot bid'ness and my paper work, runnin
    Doc in hot knickers like Good Will, Huntin
    Put them shotguns up in the air and start, pumpin

    Real *****z in the hood don't start, nuttin
    When the heat breaks they proceed to start, dumpin
    You eyeballin me like you movin somethin
    Yo' ***** ****in you with me in the Walkman

    Slow down boy, you're not a real, killer
    Three-wheel motion from me shootin the wheel up
    Out the jungle, Doc straight go-rilla (ahh ahh ahh ahh)
    Bananas, antennas can't pick up (doo doo doo doo)

    My crew is Triple P, watch us do it
    Brook-nam, Shaolin, the T-Dot, Newark
    All my shorties skippin school watch truant
    Hit the college dorm, make freaks out the students

    Yeah, now do you like the way it feel baby? (uh-huh)
    Do you like the way the Bricks move baby? (uh-huh)
    Roll the L, let's inhale baby (uh-huh)
    Startin it up befo' twelve baby (uh-huh, uh-huh)
    To my *****z that say buck hoes (uh-huh)
    Only real dog is they red nose (uh-huh)
    If it ain't green can't accept those (uh-huh)
    that can't roll with *****z that's petrol (uh-huh)

    [Verse Two]
    *****z, abandon ship when I'm geared for landing
    Your own tec-ll see my grill and start, jamming
    Throw your hands up in the air, keep 'em standin
    **** if you in here on V.I.P., laminates (**** you)

    You'll get touched too with the, cannon
    Around the handle, a **** you ban-danna
    Dawg I was grown with balls and bad, manners
    That's why me and your broad is on, camera [click click click]

    I'm sick from a childhood head, blow
    When systems was pumpin before I let, go
    The head honcho fall back and pump, fo'
    Bigger four flows 'til they scream, ALL GO!

    Now wake your punk-*** up if you asleep
    Doc and Brick City bout fo'-thousand deep
    Fourteen years old, got TV's in the, seat
    Watchin pornos of Janet Jack-me

    [Chorus: x 2]

    [Chorus - whispered]

    Written by: Karl Amani Wailoo, Reggie Noble
    Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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