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redman – bobyahed2dis lyrics

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and i say, right about now you are rockin’ with the best
can i get a hit? thank you
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-gg-z, 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 goddayum

so who’s that funky n-gg- that’s known to kick the fat sh-t?
the mirror said, “you are, you conceited b-st-rd”
done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher

it’s the dogfetcher, i betcha, ahh, 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 micr-phone 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-tch
crossin’ dtw, coming into my lap

and boy, my skills 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-gg-
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 -ss on the block and you’re f-cked if it ain’t pop
the funk is blowin’ wattage out your f-ckin’ trunks
like peak puma, i known to give a whole lots of lumps

props i got, coming through your block nine c-cked
my socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots
don’t press it, i hang ’em like them n-gg-z 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-gg- like you get that fat?
and since you came out g-ssed, 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-t after dope sh-t, 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

- redman lyrics

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