- REDMAN no or OT IC 歌詞
- REDMAN
- Yall motherfuckers buckle yall motherfuckin seatbelts
If you need to get high theres a mask and shit in the overhead compartment
I cant tell yall what the weathers like cause my radios fucked up
And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty
Dont panic take one more hit off the oxygen mask
Calmly put your hands between your legs
And kiss your black ass goodbye!!
When I send my vapors off like
Halls menthalyptus
Im swift like a motherfuckin gift for
ChristmasMy verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt:
I like crackin brews with bitches
The ninety-four era
I cause terror, what
EVERRainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, whats happenin
I got clapped on, now
Im the one doin the clappin
Im Flexi
Wit Da Tec like
Artifacts make
Memorexblow tape decks when
Im more strapped than latex
Felt like menopause,
I make niggaz act like beatches
Woo! I just dont give a
FUCKYo yo that nigga
Red be frontin -- with they ass full of stitches
I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
Im droppin 98.7 degrees down to
Red AlertTravel around my curse universe
Droppin the slang,
Ill bust your brains with the real shit
Come hit my blunt so
I can make yall feel it
Abuse niggaz verbally so call
DyfusIm a warrior, to the heart, but
I didnt kill
CyrusI get as illas chief of police on narcotic
Noorotic, my style format rocks the project
Give me a time and
Ill free your mind and lick yourfunky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing
Not with guns with funk when
I rock tracks like
Van HalenNow whos that nigga that got your crew bellin?
Im in the world, with
Jacobs Ladder
Im seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma
They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually
But its no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere
They got factories with little dolls named after mepressed-in,
I take advantage of niggaz like
I was molesterin
Newark New
Jerseys what
I represent
Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh
My brain be zoned and
I phoned home to
ETs homeWhattup to
Prince Street,
Avon Ave I roll a spliff withand to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in
So what the fuck
I got clapped on for my truck
Fat to be passed through
Bedrock and
Diamond District
Then I laughed cause fuck the cash
I just wanted my tape bag
Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit
The bomb like
Elway throw bombs on
John Madden
Fuck that, lets get to the point, my shits the joint,
I roastMotherfuckers from the
East coast to the
West coast to your breakfastvoltage,
I got funk for days by the buckets
PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers
Hold hold hold, wait wait wait
Let me school this bitch
Yo bitch my shit is tight , can any
MC do this*sounds of sex*
And come back on the mic?
I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots
Sayin Im this and that when half yall punks dont even know me
On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots
Talkin shit about me when
Im drivin by slowly
Now just for that
I let your girl suck my dick from the backand let your moms give me cornrows on my crack
Cause Im nasty like that
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