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*woman moans*
E Dub Microphone check one two
Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?
Red Yo, whateva man
E Dub You ready to get drunk as fk?
Red Whateva man
E Dub You, you sayin somethin?
Red Whateva man
E Dub Aiyyo
Red Whateva man
E Dub Check it, Kool V
(I keeps it bangin, keep it swngin
Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)
Verse One: Redman, Sermon
Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from commercial
(So what cha mean nigg*)
We don't give a fk when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out it's like that? no doubt
From this bomb weed, I c*ck from the streets
Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks
Aiyyo, can I be SWV?
You the One nigg*
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap nigg*
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse
So y eyed I see people wavin on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond
front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted
d*mn nigg* you cool at what you spittin
So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin
Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician
of electrician, I don't got a pot to pi*s in
But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin
I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches
that's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew y eyed, for girls actin dog
(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this
*woman moaning* (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)
Sermon and Red harmonizing
Red Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?
E Dub Whateva man
Red You ready to knock this nigg* out?
E Dub Whateva man
Red Yo, you ready to get this chedda?
E Dub Whateva man
Red You ready to start this s**t off?
E Dub Whateva man
Verse Two: Redman
I smoked with a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, p*ssy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my as* whupped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes
Now, PPP the kinda that'll bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the bomb b*tch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm b*tch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fk out my cypher
Red You ready to roll this weed up?
E Dub Whateva man
Red You ready to rob this niga?
E Dub Whateva man
Red You ready to fk b*tch?
E Dub Whateva man
Red You ready to guzzle this liquor?
E Dub Whateva man
(E Dub harmonizing again)