Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Put It Down , by - Redman. Song from the album Red Gone Wild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.2006
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Put It Down |
| Yeah |
| Oh Oh |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, get nigga |
| Redman got fire nigga |
| Shots are in your hood when I’m high nigga |
| Shots of Cuervo are fuckin up my liver |
| Shots from the cameras on my niggas |
| Girlfriend drunk, so I’ll jump around wit her |
| I step inside, you’re quiet like a mime nigga |
| My watch do more things than James Bond nigga |
| I’m gonna do it now, I ain’t gonna try nigga |
| (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl) |
| You better grind, cause you ain’t spending mine girl |
| When Timbaland plan and I’ll do the ground work |
| Whether you in Timbs, Air Force, or Converse |
| Let me see the high niggas on the left side |
| And whole muthafuckas smokin on the right side |
| You sayin «fuck Gillahouse» nigga likewise |
| This is how I walk up on your ho — «Hey!» |
| Put it down |
| Put it down, put it down, put it down |
| (Niggas, you gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down) |
| Put it down, put it down, put it down |
| (Bitches, you gots to get down, show you how we get it down) |
| (Get nigga) |
| Put it down, put it down, put it down |
| (Niggas, you gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down) |
| Put it down, put it down, put it down |
| (Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down) |
| Who am I nigga |
| That dude who arrive nigga |
| With a blueprint to all your supply nigga |
| Fifteen percent tint on the 'fire nigga |
| Sometimes I don’t know what’s inside nigga |
| Let me show you how bricks get it live nigga |
| The Time Warner’s of the block, showtime nigga |
| I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain’t battlin her |
| A golddigger I can see the green mile in her |
| (Put it down, put it down put it down fool) |
| The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom |
| «Yo get up, yo it’s jewelry — it’s costume» (Hahaha) |
| Rollin like drunk cowboys at high noon |
| Let me see the high niggas on the east side |
| And whole niggas get high on the west side |
| A punk nigga outta line, he get checked like |
| I roll up on his ho and say «Hey!» |
| Put it down |
| Look in my eyes nigga |
| You see a great ball of fire nigga |
| My trail is blazin, that’s right, I’m high nigga |
| A hard hip hop hitman for hire nigga |
| My rims are so big, I fucked my alignment up |
| Grown as hell, I don’t throw signs nigga |
| I continue to Flipmode’s like Rhy nigga |
| Barbershop talk, come get you a line nigga |
| It’s permanent press steam on the iron nigga |
| (Put it down, put it down, put it down girl) |
| Wherever you pop shit you get found there |
| Bitch you hot, little tacky with the horse hair |
| Gillahouse, it’s your year and it’s on baby |
| Where them high muthafuckas on the left side |
| I know there’s drunk muthafuckas on the right side |
| You sayin «fuck Redman» nigga likewise |
| This is how I walk up to your ho — «Hey!» |
| Put it down |
| Gillahouse |
| Gotti Click |
| Yo Brick City, you know what it is |
| Holla atcha fuckin boy |
| Bring em back |