| Aiyyo yo yo yo you better pass it
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| Aiyyo check this out
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| We coming to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City my man
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| Where the knotty headed niggaz and the Brick City brigade dwell
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| And if you don’t know your fool better ask
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| Aiyyo yo you better pass that blunt
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| And yo E we comin to you live with the Cosmic type stuff
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| Verse One: Redman
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| Well it’s that brother coming six billion feet from beneath
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| And you should be peep-in how I get smoked-out on the weekend
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| I swing it to my crew or down to my fans
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| Schoolin hell of stackas like final exams
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| Cause, it’s the Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
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| Elements, and it’s coming through your block
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| Can’t you smell it trick?
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| Wanna copy-cat my whole format
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| So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats
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| Hoooo! |
| Got a little Redman in town
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| Who’s that effin clown soundin wack with the frown?
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| I don’t know man, but you better wonder what I would do
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| While loud on this staff like birds one and two
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| My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burrow
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| You get hurt up, word up, Jam-med like Pearl
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| Knock off from blood clot puff on the rough block
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| Or I peep my man, Rockafella, it don’t stop
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| On and on, and it don’t quit
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| Redman rockin on to the funky shit, c’mon
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| On and on, and it don’t quit
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| Redman rockin on to the funky shit
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| I said Jersey’s in the house Jersey’s in the house
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| I said Brooklyn’s in the house Brooklyn’s in the house
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| I said Uptown’s in the house Uptown’s in the house
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| I said the Bronx in the hidouse The Bronx in the hidouse
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| Verse Two:
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| Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond
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| I’m comin in swarms, so turn your flashlights on
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| Due to dificulty, my style flows while it tracrossed the planet
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| In 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
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| Droppin the flavor, stay Sky high like Pager
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| I’m magical like Fantasia on paper
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| I Saw the Light like Kraftwerk, of course
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| When the T-L-A Rock shock the stuff, It’s Yours!
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| To your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed
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| Thinkin you gonna sell two mil cakes real fast
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| But you’re blocked, and your earrings choke like a tec
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| Now, who freakin style your ass gonna steal next?
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| Are there any more imitators in the house? |
| There are no
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| Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago
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| Catch the cargo, funky like a bag of Bravos
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| Way back, with a pump 92 K-T-U in car loads
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| Huuh! |
| I just stay funky like that
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| Make you wanna (sssss) my style like a junkie on crack |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rockafella , by - Redman. Song from the album Best Of, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп