Redman - Bobyahed2dis lyrics

[jeff stewart] And i say... right about now you are rockin with the best! Can i get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* thank you *coughing* What you're about to experience is a walk on the funkadelic side Who knows better than the funkadelic devil himself To all knotty head n***az, bob to this Come walk with def squad on the darkside Coming to you live and direct without further adieu I bring to you redman one more time This is jeff stewart and you know how i do it... god dayam!!! [redman] So who's that funky n***a that's known to kick the fat sh**? The mirror said "you are, you conceited ba*tard" *cutting and scratching of ba*tard* Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, i betcha Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain The top notch of hip-hop and i'm on the charts I'm catchin applause when i rock the micraphone from the heart My style's foul, so look into the eyes of lorimars As you can see, i drop funk bars from here to mars Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap b**h Crossin dtw, coming into my lap and Boy my sk**s are stacks, i love to do it from the back My style swarms over ghettoes like crack Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any n***a As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger But i bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums Can't save your a** on the block, and you're f**ed if it ain't pop The funk is blowin wattage out your f**in trunks Like peak puma, i known to give a whole lots of lumps Props i got, coming through your block nine co*ked My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots Don't press it, i hang em like them n***az do in texas You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace I give props to real mc's like krs-one Kool g rap, buckshot, busta me and i'm from The east coast!! where a n***a like you get that fat? And since you came out ga**ed, well i'm closin your gas cap The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker Represent new jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher A menace like dennis, i got game like ennis I can french-kiss my lyrics, then i run trains with sentence Lord have mercy! it's too much funk to cope with Droppin dope sh** after dope sh**, we're atrocious That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come And i don't have to be a special ed to get dumb!!