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redman – yesh yesh y’all lyrics

yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
i g off c 4 lyrics to blow off them lex door
my tex-ture be the kind that explore
mc’s then blow em out, metaphor after metaphor
i’m more wetter than your boy bigger
so how you figure you can f-ck with this rap unemploy n-gg-
i should own a fly b-tch house and a benz
but i got chickenheads criminals and broke friends
that love to get in, keep the seventeen spinnin
pull out from my jaw linin, commence to split end
brains and body parts that motion couldn’t picture
cause when i’m sh-ttin n-gg-z hit mo decks than a skipper
mr and mrs howe, maryanne and ginger
gilligan, you need the professor to take the rigger
waters out i got orders to kill em softly
i wouldn’t leave a trace if i died and police chalked me
who’s the boss g you better radio the walkie talkie
for the fatal attract mc’s that stalk me
got a big d-ck and your b-tch click
when i flip this i got more work than a olympic gymnast
bust it, i cut the mustard, on any track
milkier than similak when i’m next up to bat
(“redman is on the mic and i’ma…”
“dope motherf-cker, yeah, you best ax somebody” — snoop)

(yesh yesh y’all, and you don’t stop — sermon 8x)

f-ck the talk i walk whatever i claim to do
knock a mule on her -ss and turn her p-ssy black and blue
you couldn’t run up if your fighter was virtua
i’m a round-the-clock lyricist, i sleep in my work boots
it’s a thin line between love and hate
it’s a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
deaths by far, my rap repatoire
be the art of murderin makin it hard for you to spar
we can chill and puff the ganja, but don’t be mad when the
funk doctor spock smoke it with your baby mama
get off my d-ck and tell your b-tch to come here
male groupies gettin shaky when i come from the rear
hah, that get on your nerve neighbor that play the
music loud as f-ck three in the mornin off a paper
with mad zul in the l-s-c
in the downtown area, scannin the perimeter
all my boos with the open toed shoes
if you ain’t gettin that p-ssy eaten right, let me show you
then let you taste these, this brown fox said
ain’t no n-gg- like the — funk doctor spock g

(yesh yesh y’all, and you don’t stop — sermon 4x)

as i dive into the crowd
i wanna see who the f-ck gettin loud
who da f-ck runnin off at dey mouf?
i let my n-gg- fifty cent knock that -ss out
word bond, b-tches talkin bout pourin out cristal
and dom p they better stick to sade
blackin out whylin, smackin out weaves
break n-gg-z cheap -ss chains and medallions
you’re just a part time sucker in the game
sh-t is real motherf-cker start namin names
and if you name my name i whoop -ss like steven seagal
give you under siege 2 without the f-ckin train
let your brains hang from the 808 bang
and if i wrecked your cipher then my squad is to blame

(yesh yesh y’all, and you don’t stop — erick sermon 12x then fades)

we’ll be right back with some more funk sh-t
for all you stankin -sses after we pay these bills

- redman lyrics

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