| What I’mma do now, huh? |
| What I’mma do now, huh, huh?
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| What I’mma do now? |
| It’s all fucked up now.
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| Yo. |
| excuse me muh’fucka, I’m tryin to get through
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| When Doc loaded, I’m like a STUD missile
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| A STUD six-two, I’m huntin down hoes with
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| No drawers on and, buttoned down clothes
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| Don’t brownnose just join it
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| Ecstasy pills, with Buddha Man signs stamped on it
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| Jam on it, the +Blair Witch+ wouldn’t camp on it
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| I block and shine like suntan ointment
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| You do a dance when the lead is clipped in
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| Only dude with a bike with air conditionin
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| Fuck the Feds your door, Red’ll kicked in
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| So prepare to wear SCUBA gear equipment
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| I wet it, my tape underground leakage
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| It hit the air and you’ll swear you found Jesus
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| The man who turned out the Summer Jam
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| Not with a mic, I brrrrrrrrrrrr, tuck it in
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| The noise keep the helicopter hoverin
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| Your boys is dead weight when I muscle in
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| I need a +Hot Girl+, a +Ryde or Die+ chick
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| Mainly a hot chick ridin Funk Doc dick
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| Smell it, when the odor airs in
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| The gorilla shit, hoes in polar bear skin
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| The chronic stink up the overhead bin
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| When I. yo, Redman struck again!
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| What I’mma do now, huh? |
| What I’mma do now, huh, huh?
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| What I’mma do now? |
| It’s all fucked up now.
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| («Can y’all hear me out there?» -] Puffy)
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| What I’mma do now, huh? |
| What I’mma do now, huh, huh?
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| What I’mma do now? |
| It’s all fucked up now.
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| («Can y’all hear me out there?» -] Puffy)
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| Nigga, we go — oops, upside your head
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| +Simon Says+ leave you hogtied instead
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| On the floor with ya shirt like I dyed it red
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| Wild wild Bricks, eighty foot spider legs
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| Doc in, double-oh, learned to drive it
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| I’m, on the roof, guns under the armpit
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| Yellin out, «Yo sawed off, hand on the pump
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| And I’ll pump a cannon first man that jump»
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| I got a punch that’ll cut your beard up
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| Doc is like warm when you touch my earmuffs
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| I wild out, throw blows
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| _Somethin about Mary_ rode me in a Ford Explorer
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| The pressure at time five remind me
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| That y’all can’t eat like it’s Ramadan week
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| My mascot was built for kamikaze
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| If it fails, L.O.D. |
| right behind me
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| («Can y’all hear me out there? Huh?» -] Puffy)
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| («Can y’all hear me out there?» -] Puffy)
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| («Can y’all hear me out there?» -] Puffy)
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| («Can y’all hear me out there?» -] Puffy)
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| I need some weed muh’fucka.
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| We need to smoke muh’fucka.
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| We need weed muh’fucka.
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| We need to smoke muh’fucka.
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| Light it, roll it, light it up
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| Say light it, roll it, light it up
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| Say roll it, light it, light it up
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| Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
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| Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
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| Say roll that, light it, smoke it up
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| Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
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| Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
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| SAY ROLL IT, LIGHT IT, SMOKE IT UP |