Redman - Blow Your Mind (remix) lyrics

A-hem.. hit me This is goin down What's goin down? Yo yo yo reggie noble, drop that beat in, hah! Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Give it to me, give it to me Ahhhh!! look out, it's the funkadelic funk for chumps Who don't be knowin my name, i tear the frame out ya punks I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip I get biz with the skit, i dj like quik The topnotch of the block, cause i carry a glock Only hot rocks i'm hot, so give up the props My style is hummin cummin atcha, duck or get backed up Dispatcher: 'red, get freaky to the rapture' So come on light the buddha check your honey while i scoop her The soopafly, jimmy fly snooka rips the roof off Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two It's you! ahhhhhhhhhhh! funky fresh in the flesh trail Come on and get down and boogie oogie with the ruffneck Hit women like madonna all the way down to smurfette But first get your tables i roast your whole record label kids Yo red! (wha**up g?) briiiiiidge! Look out.. ahhhhh! Can i tear the roof off this mother? it's the funkdafied brother Then i laugh, because i burn ya like _backdraft_ So call the fire engine cause i'm flamin up your buildin _one life to live_ so the funk is in _all my children_ Cause i can get wicked like the witches from eastwick And freak the type of funk to make all y'all teeth grit And crumble, my style is more flyer than ? brundle ? Fly from the fly part one to fly part two Psychobetap-funk, got styles hard as tree trunks For real punk, you got a blunt, light it cause i need one And get down with the irrelevant funk to make ya jump With the fly human being, watch me freak it in korean Chu ri ka pi kyura mulla kara Nu gu nya nada na na nun redman Na bo da challan nom hana do upda Yi sae sang cheil eu na nun redman, my man [ get away, get off me, get lost] [ who am i, i am, i'm redman] [ there's no one better than me] [ the world's best is redman, my man] I rip shop in hip-hop i get props my lip rocks The rap stuff's more spooky than movies from hitchco*k Sit back relax let me rip to the funk track And press rewind if i haven't blown your mind Errrk! let me get busy with the funky fly stuff Cause i cut your freakin eyes out, f** bruce willis because i die rough It's the funkadelic redman and i hit ya with the Funkadelic level, the p-funk, the devil The spectular, blackula, bust holes like dracula Loaded of course, more legend than acura I'm swift, i like big spliffs so i tisk tisk a tasket Plus keep the glock in my basket I cough up a lung cause i freak it with the tongue Cause i can 'wax on! wax off!' like daniel-son Do the yea yea, boogey say up jump the boogey To the boogey to the boogey thanks to e cause he hooked me So f** what ya heard, word to herb, cause i mack Framalama, plus i kick the grammar, straight from -- new jerz It's the renegade rap redman, really who rip rhymes in rough mode Yo, hold your breath while i explode! [explosion]