| Knocking on these punk-ass kiz-ods
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| Bringing it down the hill in the Jersey section
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| In the dark
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| Oh, in the dark
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| It goes one for the mind and two for the money
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| Who dat wit skull tattooes and his nose runny
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| It’s me, that funky MC, the Rrr-ah E
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| Indubitably, I’m Jersey down to my Timb tree
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| Officer, you’re hawkin the, ninety-three Landcruise-
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| When it’s real criminals, you should be watchin' for
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| Get off my dick for what you don’t got
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| Plus you probably never licked a shot from your Glock
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| Walkin to my car witcha nine out the holster
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| Put your hands on the steering wheel like ya s’posed ta
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| I cooperate, don’t give the redneck no hassle
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| Because too many mistakes be happening to black folk
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| What the fuck are you looking for?
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| Can’t a young man make money anymore?
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| Hah hah, leave ya butt naked…
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| (In the dark)
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| I said what the fuck are you looking for?
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| Can’t a young man make money anymore?
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| (In the dark)
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| Ayo stash that weed up while me and the cop is riffin'
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| Damn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-in
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| But it’s alright 'cause me and my niggas roll tight
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| We all think alike, we jump out whoever packin pipe
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| Don’t they know who’s the freak from the East?
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| I get faded like Chong and Cheech without bleach
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| And started spittin' game 'fore these cops start to reach
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| On these creeps, showin' mentality from the streets
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| Even though we had a half a pound by the seats
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| My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there’s heat
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| Since one cop was white the otha was a brotha
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| I pulled out my tape and front page of the cover
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| Of The Source, told him me and Janet’s on tour
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| Broke it down to who’s my boss and who I rap for
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| Plus them niggas, EPMD
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| Put me D, now I’m runnin with the Green Eyed B-
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| A-N-D-I-T, and Def Squad camp
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| Here’s your Def Jam tickets and your autograph
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| Now haul ass, I got a meetin' 'bout seven
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| Basically I’m saying bye bye like Guy
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| Ayo what the fuck are you looking for?
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| Can’t a young man make money anymore?
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| Hah hah, leave ya butt naked…
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| (In the dark)
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| I said what the fuck are you looking for?
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| Can’t a young man make money anymore?
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| (In the dark)
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| My license, been suspended, for about five years
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| The system got my ass in the jam
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| Can’t even ride to see my fam in Alabam'
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| I get petrified everytime I see the man throw the lights on (woop woop)
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| The mic’s on so I stress it
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| Shit, I’m haulin ass before I start undressin'
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| Niggas on they knees with they hands on the top of the-
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| Heads while the Feds crack jokes with the Glock in ya
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| Don’t get me wrong I know a lot of cool cops
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| That’d let me go if I had two Glocks and oowops
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| But, I don’t, so, I keeps it, real
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| The five hundred series with deep dish peels
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| Quick, my bitch, stash, two clips, between two her tits
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| Before the cops fuck with the Rrr-ah
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| I’m a nigga of today a nigga of tomorrow, beyotch!
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| I said, what the fuck are you looking for?
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| Can’t a young man make money anymore?
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| Hah hah, leave ya butt naked…
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| (In the dark)
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| I said what the fuck are you looking for?
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| Can’t a young man make money anymore?
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| (In the dark)
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| To my people in Kentucky rock rock on word is bond
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| Newark, New Jersey rock rock on word is bond
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| Atlanta, Georgia rock rock on word is bond
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| Connecticut rock rock on word is bond
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| To my people up in Queens rock rock on word is bond
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| Bri-donx in the house rock rock on word is bond
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| Virginia’s in this bitch rock rock on word is bond
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| San Francisco rock rock on word is bond
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| Yeah, bitch ass niggas rock this! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What U Lookin' 4, artist - Redman. Album song Muddy Waters, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп