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redman - dunfiato lyrics

[intro]
hey, hey
muddy f-cking waters mixtape, man
i’m high as a b-tch up in this motherf-cker
i need a beat, i need a f-ckin’ beat
i don’t need no turn up beat, i need some elements
some hip-hop
let’s get back to some elements and sh-t (yeah)
josh, i like that man. you like that man?
let’s turn that sh-t up man (yeah)
lyrical wordplay for y’all. i feel good on this one, man
this is how real emcees do it, you know?
yeah, i like that sh-t a lot man
d’un fiato!
rome, york, we in the building
check it out (yo)

[verse 1: redman]
when i hit the bong i’m godzilla taking over hong kong
eating wantan wid’ a shotgun in long johns
it’s not unsung
no story here to tell, i’m just ready
i’m a student before the school bell
that prevail my wordplay
thirsty, i bust all three ks on martin luther king birthday
berkeley college, for twenty dollars
if i got it, smoke, here enquire my knowledge
a little psychotic, i know
rate me, i’m michael jordan in the final four fighting with wayne gretzky
i’m not relevant, let’s see
who’s spittin?
some of y’all c0ke and pepsi, i can’t tell the difference
i’m darryl when i’m pitchin’
before the white girl had ’em twitchin’
now the rap game in my kitchen
easy pickens
rebel wid’ a cause
my mind is like f-ck with mine, i’ll put your mind on the wall
i’m on tour gettin’ bread and tattoos and your job is giving tic tacs in bathrooms
i hate gossip, i’ll mash up your media moshpit
release a ba-boom in the chat room
my weed bags are vacuum that smuggle
off of one blunt, a b-tch gon’ f-ck you (hahaha)
chicks tivo the meatloaf, when i hit they belly doc droppin’ all dimes (rico!)
take precautions
i got a paul bearer that build coffins for all rappers and nonsense
nonchalantly i’m thinkin’ darker than a convict conscience
that’s why i’m sweating in the armpits, that’s where the bomb is
the gang rate in my city is like the 80s where kendrick lamar live
i gotta’ harvest the purple at my apartment, across the park i sell pounds to cartman
i think like an orphan, i’m in a zone
but it’s freestyle so these words might need a home
executive net, i demand respect, check, don’t even talk to me or text the wrong tone (okay)
stay at bay, um and delay
when i ride out, pull pins from these hand grenades
you can be amazed or hate it
but either way i get it heated like kanye and sway
i’m done wid’ it, i had fun wid’ it
stay back and tell your girl come get it
she had mr. right, now she want mr. wrong
now she swing along, like serena arms

- redman lyrics

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