Redman WKYA (Drop) 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'
  • [radio announcer]
    This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this ************
    Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City
    The weather is callin for it to be hotter than a ************ out there
    So crack a brew, roll a blunt, cause the phone lines are open right now
    We've expanded to cities like Atlanta, D.C., Tampa, Chicago
    Dallas, Memphis, Detroit and L.A.
    So call in now, 1-800-High-as-a-************
    That's 1-800-,High-as-a-************!!

    DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it
    Spit hot **** like it ain't nuttin to it..

    DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it
    Spit hot **** like it ain't nuttin to it..

    Yo, when I walk I stalk like a dog (AROOF!)
    Writin "**** ya hometown" on ya wall (AROOF!)
    WKYA! Them *****z that'll whip out the ****
    And piss ALL in your gar-ments
    When I come around, son lay 'em down
    This Homey the Clown play around so pay it now
    Sweepin the block up, Mayor Doc, he in town
    Ridin the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action
    Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin!
    I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin
    Gaspin like it's Aspen, no air
    Beef we bring it on with tap shoes and hope the po'-po' there
    Graduated, they said Red would go nowhere (uh-uh)
    Now, SOURCE AWARDS, ride a water buffalo there
    Polo Gear, holes in it, the fo'-fo' wear
    *** out, check the weather report for cold air (brrrr)
    On your hottest day of the summer, I snowmobile in
    Stack new jacks in the Carter, blow the building
    It's WKYA muh'****er
    Bringin trouble your way, so duck muh'****er!

    Yeahh! Two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand pounds
    Of guerilla **** funk fo' yo' *** ************!
    Bricks to Brook-nam, we hold it down, PPP Def Squad
    Ya tell me once and I'll tell you again
    Pull out the mac-10 and rob yo' friend, yeahhh!
    (****er) WKYA (We kickin yo' ***)

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

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