Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slide And Rock On, artist - Redman. Album song Dare Iz A Darkside, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rush Associated Labels
Song language: English
Slide And Rock On |
Yo, this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in the |
holdin pen with me in central booking |
Welcome to the system |
[Ha ha ha haaaa! |
Yeahhh! |
Motherfuckers! |
Coming to you live from Newark, New Jersey] |
Fucked up all night |
Fucked up all night |
Verse One: |
Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic |
I come wtter than Purple Rain, I bust brains, the funk Doctor |
Spock, got the glock, now I’m smokin out your sess spot |
I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY |
Who is that nigga that’s comin six billion feet |
I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street |
I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly |
Look at the letter-coated afro like my man Shaft would be The new vroom, crisp like chicken and Chinese food |
I’m just like The Whispers here to put you in the mood |
Yeah you heard me, got more family than the Partridge |
Roll the red carpet for Red from here to corner markey |
You’re tryin me, I’m a menace of society, right |
Yo yo, I ain’t lettin shit ride |
Droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms |
Covering my dick, plus I’m diesel like all of them |
Chorus: Repeat 2X |
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [somebody, help |
meeeeee!] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Verse Two: |
My momma used to tell me turn that shit the fuck off |
So I had to play like Foxy and get off |
My shit was thick I bought a clip then cocked my own grip at honeydips |
Cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, beeitch |
Selling bags from uptowwwwn |
Me and Lester put our money together now we got the block locked down |
31 to local A-Train's, Hoboken |
I took the back way, New Jersey transit cops were open |
I’m hopin, that they don’t go inside my boots |
Cause we had everything, from jewelry to thai-one suits |
And ClienTEL, I’m drinkin Ballentine L in hell |
So Redman rock well before our record sell |
Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous |
Is what the base-head used to tell us Our whole scheme sinkin like boats |
Cause Les mixed biz with pleasure when we shoulda stuck to lactose |
But every good thing comes to a end |
With no ends, on the block, sellin weed again |
My moms tried to make me go to school, I just didn’t listen |
Got locked up, now I’m all in the system, listen |
Verse Three: |
Whassup! |
I tickle your putty-cars with my loonie raps |
on groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts |
From my city I spread it all like Jiffy |
It’s a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be I mold like clay, and roll dice just like Andrew |
I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handle |
Whatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathy |
So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept MC’s |
I keep my car underground just like the Lords |
Even though I’m known, like all the four wheels on the course |
So let me pull up to your bumper like Grace Jones |
Cause my shit be WAY off the hook like pay phonesssahh! |
*dial tone* |