| And I say… right about now you are rockin with the best!
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| Can I get a hit? |
| *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing*
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| What you’re about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side
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| Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself
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| To all knotty head niggaz, bob to this
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| Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside
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| Coming to you live and direct without further adieu
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| I bring to you Redman one more time
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| This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it… god DAYAM!!!
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| So who’s that funky nigga that’s known to kick the fat shit?
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| The mirror said You are, you conceited bastard
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| Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it’s the dogfetcher, I betcha
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| Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang
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| Get you coughed up from the weed it’ll bust your brain
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| The top notch of hip-hop and I’m on the charts
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| I’m catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart
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| My style’s foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars
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| As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars
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| Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch
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| Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and
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| Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back
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| My style swarms over ghettoes like crack
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| Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga
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| As long as we both got, it don’t matter who’s gun bigger
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| But I bet you you can’t do that, cause the multiplatinums
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| can’t save your ass on the block, and you’re fucked if it ain’t pop
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| The funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks
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| Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps
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| Props I got, coming through your block nine cocked
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| My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots
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| Don’t press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas
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| You don’t have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart’s on my necklace
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| I give props to real MC’s like KRS-One
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| Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I’m from
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| The East coast! |
| Where a nigga like you get that fat?
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| And since you came out gassed, well I’m closin your gas cap
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| The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker
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| Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher
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| A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis
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| I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence
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| Lord have mercy! |
| It’s too much funk to cope with
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| Droppin dope shit after dope shit, we’re atrocious
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| That’s from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come
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| And I don’t have to be a Special Ed to get dumb! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bobyahed2dis, artist - Redman. Album song Dare Iz A Darkside, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп