Redman - 1990 Now lyrics

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Redman - 1990 Now lyrics

[Intro] Clap ya hands (hahahahaha) Clap ya hands everybody, cause I (Uh) Clap ya hands (Uh, paging Reggie Noble) Clap ya hands everybody, cause I (hehehehe) Clap ya hands Man I'm hungry muh-f**a Clap ya hands everybody, cause I (Ow!) Clap ya hands Sk**s, n***a Clap ya hands everybody [Verse 1] I'm so amazing, flow is cajun Fly, everything aviation Feel like Clark, and I'm on vacation I throw it in the park, now I'm back to basics Who need teaching, I'm co*ky, I'm reachin' It's ugly, like when old lady's ain't decent I don't like beefin', my weight like a vegan But compared to y'all on the mic, you ain't eatin' I ain't talking Lambo's & F1's More like Rakim & KRS Ones (hahahehe!) I'm k**in' em, you can keep your money Our boss need a big desk just to write the check on I know I'm difficult, rap got typical, but I got visual (Yes) The bam like Bigelow (Yeeeeees) I'm like the i12 app for risers [?] so rush represent from New Jersey's finest [Chorus] Clap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-f**in' (The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (There it is) I said, slap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody (Let's go!) They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em " Muh-f**in' 1990 Now!" [Verse 2] Yo, I want the Green like 'Cee Lo', be the new niño Have Italian chicks grab my libido You got the swag, but I got sk**s I'm half Huxtable, way I'm after them feels Yes sir, n***a, I'm a hustler too When I hit the rap game, where the f** was you (where was you n***a!) '92; I was G Rap cool on camera Was all in the zone like Deion Sanders New n***as hate that, old n***as make that That's like a Maybach, built with an 8-Track Scrubs, they get Ajax ASAP n***as who wouldn't squeeze a mayonnaise pack 70's; I was Commodore's & Whispers Rival gangs like Cowboys in Pittsburgh When I was putting up Muddy Waters Stickers You was a young cat, trying to meet Big Bird [Chorus] Clap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-f**in' (The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (There it is) I said, slap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody (Let's go!) They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em " Muh-f**in' (The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (Let's Go!) [Interlude] I want the Green like 'Cee Lo', be the niño (Woah Woah Woah) Have It-The f** is you talkin' about? (You said that sh** already) Ah, I did, right? God dammit! Bring it back [Verse 3] Yo, when my camp on fire; Smokey the Bear So only fadin' is mostly the hair Got women clumsy, like Sinclair And so many Jordans my n***a owe me a pair (I swear) I can afford to take losses With all these exhausts on the horses (Doc!) You won't find me up in the office When it's Friday and I want Ms. Parker Yeah, I'm kung pow around a sundial I should be rich now like the Rothschilds Rather, I'm in the hood with a black'n mild Listenin' to y'all demos on Soundclouds [Interlude 2] And- Y-See!? (Aw!) Y'all done f**ed my vibe up, man (No!) Fix y'all sh**, man [Chorus] Clap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-f**in' (The year is! 1990, 90) 1990 Now!" (There it is) Clap ya hands, everybody, (Aw Man) cause I brought weed for everbody They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em " Muh-f**in' (The year is! 1990, 90) 1990 Now!" (Let's go!) (Yessir) I said slap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everybody (Brick City, what's good baby?) They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-f**in' (The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (There it is) (Whoooo) I said slap ya hands, everybody, (Latifah what's good baby?) cause I brought weed for everbody They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" (Gilla House) I tell 'em Music slows down & soon cuts off: Turn yo mother f**in' mu-u-u-u-u-u-u-s-i-i-i-i-i-i-c... [Outro] Yo, What the f**! AW! Who the f** turned off the power!? (f** man) f**in' a**holes

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