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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 n-ble)
clap ya hands everybody, cause i (hehehehe)
clap ya hands
man i’m hungry muh-f-cka
clap ya hands everybody, cause i (ow!)
clap ya hands
sk!lls, n-gg-
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 c-cky, 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!llin’ 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-ckin’ (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-ckin’ 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!lls
i’m half huxtable, way i’m after them feels
yes sir, n-gg-, i’m a hustler too
when i hit the rap game, where the f-ck was you (where was you n-gg-!)
’92; i was g rap cool on camera
was all in the zone like deion sanders
new n-gg-s hate that, old n-gg-s make that
that’s like a maybach, built with an 8-track
scrubs, they get ajax asap
n-gg-s 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

[interlude]
i want the green like ‘cee lo’, be the niño (woah woah woah)
have it-the f-ck is you talkin’ about?
(you said that sh-t 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-gg- 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-cked my vibe up, man (no!)
fix y’all sh-t, man

[chorus]
clap ya hands, everybody, cause i brought weed for everbody
they ask “redman, what’s the sound?” i tell ’em “muh-f-ckin’ (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-ckin’ (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-ckin’ (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-ckin’ mu-u-u-u-u-u-u-s-i-i-i-i-i-i-c…

[outro]
yo, what the f-ck!
aw!
who the f-ck turned off the power!?
(f-ck man)
f-ckin’ -ssholes

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