redman - gimmie one lyrics
gilla house, take it from the top like this —
yo, redman ‘back in business’ like epm
d whips i drive, i gotta tv ’em
i tour new york down, so b.b. king ’em
found my way back home like e.t. finger
i rock the arena, you know the drill
get high, get drunk, grab a — and chill
eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action
promotin’ red gone wild with no backin?
doc get five on the mic like joe jackson
foreign — feelin? me for my accent
talk like a boss, i can’t complain
when i do it, it’s big like fulton in st. james
i got brick city, even d.c. —
they all steal for me outta p.c. riches
i move like a pimp, but i’m far from one
like lil’ weez, i got army guns, gimmie 1, —
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
and here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, —)
and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
and here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, —)
and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
and here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, —)
and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
yo, if you don’t like me, — you, i flex one muscle
doc got more effects than kung fu hustle
i’m uptown, buyin? the perk
lookin? cut clean, jeans, moschino designer shirt
redman fell off, what the talks about?
i wasn’t lettin? y’all swim when the shark was out
rollin red carpet out, it’s jersey
me and? em together is like lil’ seymour and big percy
i knew women from high school that picked on me
now i see? em, they all wanna lick on me
i hood down homie, rock like bon jovi
i can work the nightshift like he, brian mobley
brick city boy, my flow is on fire
disagree, i go in your mouth like botox
pick up pete rock, —, we all cool
hit the highway and ask, is the cl smooth? —
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
and here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, —)
and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
and here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, —)
and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
and here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, —)
and here comes the 2 to the 3 and
yo, your style might be parkay, but mine b-tter
that — can’t break no bread, then why — her?
i’m kinda c-cky homeboy, did i stutter?
i pop the umbilical cord on my mother
i jumped out the womb, i became a whale
that’s hard to harpoon, i need more room
the hood love me, so i keep it real gully
i got handsome, but my flow is still ugly
turn the treble out the track and i’ll jet
the lines in my rhyme is longer than ikea
i stay on my grind, but when i come up with an idea
the year, is party over here
it’s 5 years i disappeared, but i’m back
and tell nino brown and? em that i’m crack
grab my bozack, middle finger is up
i got your grandma givin? it up, gimmie 1, —
1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
and here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, —)
and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
and here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, —)
and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
and here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(gimmie 1, —)
and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
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