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rock da spot - redman lyrics

(w.. f.. d.. s..) aiyyo, aiyyo check this out man
hah, aiyyo hah-hah
aiyyo aiyyo, hah-hah
nahnah, aiyyo, aiyyo
d-mn
i’m the bomb, ringin off all types alarms
my palms, be swift with the pen like lynn swann’s
aggravated -ssault, against an mc
beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees
it’s mad real in da bricks, plus i roll thick
you can quote this, i’m the moby d-ck of dopeness
b-tch, walk the walk if you talk the talk
i dk new jerz, and dk-new york
i don’t push a lot of vehicles, but i push a used one
with a tape deck, if it’s feasible
tell the truth, i don’t own a lex coupe
but i get you souped when i rock respect due
i’sa nice n-gg- that wanna get diced
slice the mic device like the body of christ twice
e double if you feel me hit me once
(a breaker one, a breaker two)
cause trouble to you family and friends
let me cut the bullsh-t, just hand me yo ends
got caught out there cause you a mack without 10
punch you in your chin
the rucker, bringer, live from h-ll, but stay
cooler than a double l
turn a felony to a misdemeanor
now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner
f-ck that, still walk out holdin my strap
blunt, grabbin my weiner

now first of all i go for broke
check the third quarter note, i make you feel like your water broke
can’t tell whether male or female
i f-cked up your frame well, the monogram can’t tell
all aboard my b-lls, cause my d-ck don’t got a lot of room
for the rest of y’all
grab on my pubics, let my music take flight
rock indo and out-do, d-ck run in and out yo’
b-tch, about nine inch up the cl-t
can you feel me comin, yeah i usually make em sh-t
i shines mc’s up for auction
so i can sell em on sat-rday, keith put the bat away
let’s lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down
and turn into an -ss-kicking holiday
word, i rolls with the funklord
with more flavors than them motherf-ckers on
them benetton billboards
he’s bleeding get the gauze
he shoulda knew def squad crew is who i kill for
push the clip in, slide the top back
make sure it’s off safety, in case he wanna counteract
sh-t like that get me vexed
so i crack your -ss like corn while your b-tch crack my beck’s

hah-hah
one deuce! one deuce
aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture
so you won’t forget the, black jack the ripper
sorceror offin y’all with techniques
a universal lingo, with the odd speaks
control more blacks than harlem week, freak
smokin that leak at full peak
peace to greg street, and underground radio technique
college radio, no i mack sh-t like maceo
yeah, the east coast west coast d-ck giver
i oughta be an alkie, the way i hit liver
deliver, the milk to your door, real raw
sh-t you never seen before
so when you come inside, and do the front
watch the double-pump shotgun and please don’t run
relax your minds, let your concious be free
and get money, and g’s and roll these trees
…
this is dj saywhat?? on this motherf-cker.
comin to you live from wfds radio from da brick city.
[continued on “welcome (interlude)”]

- redman lyrics

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