| Microphone check one two
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| Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?
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| Yo, whateva man
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| You ready to get drunk as fuck?
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| Whateva man
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| You, you sayin somethin?
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| Whateva man
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| Aiyyo
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| Whateva man
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| Check it, Kool V
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| (I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin
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| Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! |
| (So what cha sayin)
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| Yo, I’m smokin herbals till it hurts you
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| I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
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| Hard far from commercial
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| (So what cha mean nigga)
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| We don’t give a fuck when we smoked out
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| In the land that’s doped out no doubt
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| From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
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| Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks
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| Aiyyo, can I be SWV?
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| You the One nigga
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| Rap Shogun, yes E the one
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| Yo, I’m rollin with a forty pack of niggaz
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| Get my weed from Branson cause his sack’s bigger
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| Yo give me dap nigga
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| What I clap lyrically tap call back
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| Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse
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| So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map
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| I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
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| Bomb MC’s with rough megahertz so call me Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
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| Your boombox better form a union
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| Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond
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| Niggaz front like they want it But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted
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| Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin
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| So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin
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| Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician
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| of electrician, I don’t got a pot to piss in But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin
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| I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches
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| that’s Masters like the Furious Five
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| I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog
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| (Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this
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| Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?
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| Whateva man
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| You ready to knock this nigga out?
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| Whateva man
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| Yo, you ready to get this chedda?
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| Whateva man
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| You ready to start this shit off?
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| Whateva man
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| I smoked with a lot of college, students
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| Most of em, wasn’t graduatin and they knew it You know the weed slang? |
| Yeah boy I speak it fluent
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| I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
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| Bigger they come, harder they fall
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| That goes for, knuckleheads, MC’s, pussy walls and all
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| I lit my first L before I started to crawl
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| I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl
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| But things changed since I was twelve years old
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| I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes
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| Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that’ll bug witcha
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| Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
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| Everything that’s like green ain’t the bomb bitch
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| I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch
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| Read my lips, you ain’t hittin unless you got
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| Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher
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| You ready to roll this weed up?
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| Whateva man
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| You ready to rob this niga?
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| Whateva man
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| You ready to fuck bitch?
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| Whateva man
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| You ready to guzzle this liquor?
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| Whateva man
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| (E Dub harmonizing again) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whateva Man , by - Redman. Song from the album Best Of, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп