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