Redman feat. Hurricane Gee We Run N.Y. Lyrics

Hahahahahahaaaaa
Watch out!
Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside
Watch out!
From Hell and beyond the knotty headed ***** era has triumphed
Watch out!
A new ever! If you don't know your ***** *** better
Watch out!
Axe somebody! Shoot em up!

The Hurricane G is live and in color
Watch out!
We run you ************s!
The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color
Watch out!
We run you ************s!

Puffin mad spliffs, so **** a *****
And a *****, cause *****z, and *****es ain't ****!
Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis
Watch out!
Is in the **********in' house
With a couple of sick patients for your ***** ***
Watch out!
Yeah!


The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk
(Hoo-hah!! Wild like Shaolin monks)
Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, Flatbush
You wuss, you can't push push in the bush

Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond
Where the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled Cheech and Chong
The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna
Then I rock jams like Santana
I move MC's like *****z move keys uptown
Red and Hurricane G, so how you like us now?!

[Chorus: Repeat 4X]

Watch out! We run New York
Yeah

(Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
So I holds back what you took!
I take my funk and my religion serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house *****z delirious
(hahahahaa) cause I'm furious!

How dare you ************s, forget about the ultimate
Funk, bitttccchh *****!
I got your wicked witch with a switch
************, **** you and your crew!
So what *****, is it you want to do?
In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the *****es
For the real trick deez who can dig it
Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat

Word to mom, big **** boricuas in the back
The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack buddha
on the rhyme since eighty-nine
It's all in your mind, but what's yours is mine
Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes
Now! It ain't a ***** who could hang
or pop yang, about a **********in' th-a-a-a-ang
And uh, **** any ***** who can't hang
I'm representin' *****es universal!

It go, one for the biz, on the bizness
Which y'all blesses with God's blessings, do you see?
Hurricane and Redman original steel
Latin Queens in the house!!
So ***** swing it over here on these big fat ****!!
(*******, hahahahahaa)

The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block
I'm walkin' through the sewer with manure on my socks
Your style, I freaked it when I was a child
So you talkin' that baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now?
Verbally I crush, brains erupt
Blow your focus, like you sniffin' angel dust
Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a ****-sucker
And cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. ************s

Every verse, every word I preach
Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see
Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat!
I light a blunt for *****z up in Sing-Sing
I do it to death, style is funk that's fresh
Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contest
And I'm hotter, than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas
I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and I'm as
Eager, as ***** wantin' my **** to dub
Cause my **** be bangin' like the Crips and Bloods
Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots
I Skywalk the planet like my code name was Luke
From the darkside, I'm from the darkside Pah
I'm Above the Law like Steven Segall
************!!

Watch out!
Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside
Come travel
Watch out!
On our metaphoric futuristic type ****
As we blow your brains like spliffs
Watch out!
Dr. Trevis is outta here
For the nine-fo' you stank... *****
Watch out!
Yeahh
Watch out!

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