| Yo, I’m hot, global warming ridin' on two-six
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| I ain’t thug nigga I don’t, bullet-proof shit
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| Gilla nigga, and we abide by the blueprint
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| We ain’t all loud, holla and whoopin'
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| Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nuttin
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| You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin
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| I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy
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| And even for that cake I’ll fuck Lil' Debbie
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| Soldier boy, murder land’s like Baltimore
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| Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore
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| Get shut down! |
| Yeah, knock your mans off
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| Wouldn’t trade places if you or Randolph
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| Shorty shorty, give me that body
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| Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
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| Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin
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| Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo’get it!
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| You could hold dis BLAOW! |
| Real street (real street)
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| Real street niggas ain’t havin that shit
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| You could hold dis BLAOW! |
| Real street (real street)
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| Real street niggas ain’t havin that shit
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| You could hold dis BLAOW! |
| Real street (real street)
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| Real street niggas ain’t havin that shit
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| You could hold dis BLAOW! |
| And niggas is, nig'
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| And niggas is gettin smoked G, believe me
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| You could hold dis BLAOW!
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| Gilla House foundation (yeah)
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| Gilla House foundation (aww yeah)
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| Gilla House foundation (thorough niggas — no, NO!)
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| Gilla House foundation (monkey niggas)
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| Yo, Gilla nigga, era, fuck you, pay me
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| Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key
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| It’s like Janet, «What Have You Done for Me, Lately?»
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| Nuttin, I blew up, you try to inflate me
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| Dawg, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud
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| End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood
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| So when you get here show a whole lot of love
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| Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a truck
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| I don’t condone, I got kids to relate to
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| «Redman Gone Wild» — hear the new debut
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| Fox 5 a nigga, boy that’s great news
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| Now I’m back in the, hood like Grey Goose
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| Who gon' stop me? |
| I’m razor sharp
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| With Gilla niggas frontline, and Jay the boss
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| Y’all chicken ass niggas blood made of broth
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| But I’m barbershop talk, L.A. and New York
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| So all you West Coast niggas, get that money
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| Cause these Brick City dudes get that money
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| It’s gonna be, one pussy that’ll act funny
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| («Yo I’m gon' get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin»)
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| Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy
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| I’m fucked up, I slipped my own self a mickie
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| Doin dirty, I’m triple-X/"XXX" like Vin Dies'
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| Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy’s
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| Shorty shorty, give me that body
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| Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
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| Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin
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| Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo’get it!
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| w/ ad libs
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| Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla
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| Yeah, Gilla niggas
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| (Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla)
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| Thorough niggas
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| Monkey niggas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold Dis Blaow! , by - Redman. Song from the album Red Gone Wild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп