[Production by Erick Sermon & Reggie Noble]
[Intro: Redman]
Whooooooo! Yo yo yo, comin to you live
Smokin mad Phillies with my n***as from the Hooterville section
And all my n***as from the Weak Way section, word is bond
Somebody said Jamaica Queens in this motherf**er
I don't give a f**! We gon' set it off like this
Jersey in the f**in hid-ouse, with the did-ouse
[Verse 1: Redman]
I'm like rah rah, like I had cerebral palsy
My flows be's wet like all you girls' drawers be
Crack the Phills, spread the buddha then the hiddash
Roll it up and then ask, who chipped in for the ten bag?
Et cetera, I roll my blunts with two textures
Pick up fifty bags and then I smoke all the extras
It's the truth, like vodk' one-eighty proof
Don't drop your drawers, I'll f** through your daisy dukes (true!)
Put your fingers up in the air if you're high (high)
I walk by (by) so eff a drive (by)
I swing up in it, batting average is half as
Good as Reggie Jackson's that's why you talk backwards
Enough, chumps be on some Bogart sh** like Humphrey
You couldn't beat me if you ran with 21 Jump Street
Or 90210, f** it yo
In the movies I'm the n***a puffin buddha in the back row
[Hook: Repeat 8X]
I can't wait to get it on
[Verse 2: Redman]
I'm just a smoky boy, I'm from the Land of the Lost
You can't see me, like Charlie Angels' boss, I'm often
Coolin 'round the blid-docks, I rock round the clid-dock
My glid-dock co*ked, from here to 16th and Lennox
Ask Roger Thomas if I'm gettin scopic
I was milk like two tits, now I'm bu*ter like Blue Bonnet
Now who got the funk? (We got the funk!)
Ay ay ayo well I got the weed! (We got the blunts!)
I never sniffed, I used to puff woolies in a jam
Back in eighty-eight, when it was twenties to the gram
Bizzail, you couldn't feel me in Braille, hell
I write my names on walls in smoke spots when I'm buyin L
The fly guy with the Force like Luke Sky'
Down for a menage e' trois b**h if you're fly
The Funkadelic, been rockin mics since the fourth grade
I Terminate like X and I Terminate like Schwarzeneg'
Dum-de-dum, rock like Buju Banton
Soup like wonton, funk by the tons, "D-Rums Please!"
My whole crew's making cheese
Tonight's the night baby, so s** up on these, and it's on
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Redman]
I said I, catch the A-train, to the left
Smoke the choc', I set sh** off like Boba Fett
Big up to all my n***as in the housing projects
I'm runnin up in ya contingents to split your guts
Grab the rail, if you get scared of my lines when I rock well
Got Whit's like Pernell, sh**'s "Da Bomb" like Akinyele
Rickety rocket, mind deep as the Loch Ness
Waste n***as like toxic, wet like galoshes
Can I handle my biz? (Yes you can!)
I cause chaos, and bring a lot of Def to Jams
Yes I can, now act stupid I'll pop the trunk
Cla-clunk, now give me a ba-bump, ba-bump
Oh cool, smooth like two "Blue Suede Shoes"
Y'all f*ggots slept on my Huffman and Koos
Word to Dan, Tan, Pillow and Cool B
Switching speeds like Bruce Lee ridin a Fuji in a movie
I drop it on the one, f** the two-three
Funky like a box of Coogis on loose leaf
Yo yo, I said..
Switchin up speeds, like Bruce Lee, ridin a Fuji, in a movie
Heh, I be sayin some sh**!
Now.. if you didn't get it..
Laugh now.. and then figure the sh** out when you get home!