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redman - keep on '99 lyrics

[intro]
it’s about 40 degrees out there
i know all you out there listening to these sounds
humping and a b-mping out in your jeeps
well, ahh..y-you tell em moe (fart sound)
that’s right, and right now, we’re gonna hit you off
with one from redman, and uhh, it’s about uhh
well.. ooh ooh ahh ahh, he’s gon’, let the monkey out
[redman]
ha, chi-town in it
yo, yo-y-yo-yo
now first of all i be the doc smoking blocks of hash
alert your f-g -ss commisioner when i har-ss because
hood regulation is, no infiltration
if it’s hot to your crew
then it’s hot to the next patient
i’m in the bricks like backspins on the knicks
i’m not a playa, but y’all hating me like i’m a pimp
these cars y’all talk about, the doc already whipped
you ’bout to go downtown b-tch, like the shiznit
overseas banging kok in the parking lot
i’m overdosing in a amsterdam coffee shop
and when you l-st for hardcore music to bust
trust that n-gg- who bubble more than alka-seltzer cold plus
static, n-gg-s actin all dramatic
i’d rather smoke cabbage, in the chair getting tatted
my p.o. tried to violate me for the habit
because i walked in the office rocking straight karats
chorus:
gonna ride in the hoop’ with a freak tonight
hope to god i don’t have to pull the heat tonight
but uhh, light up a l cause i’m a n-gg- for life
hustlers, got the sh-t that’ll keep you high!
[female voice]
just gently place the b-lls, into the mouth, and .. hummmmm
gently, place the b-lls into the mouth and.. hummmmm
[redman]
yo, i’m in your local ghetto rolling a corona deluxe
b-tch you better hit the 40, f-ck a margarita!
sh-t i still scam change out the parking meter
and get a bunch of p-ss-es wet overflooding peanuts
yes, smoke a quarter-sacks, hut one two
my cerebral will keep the white boys sniffing glue
hotter than champagne rump shaker part ii
get dap like the mad rapper, “who da f-ck are you?”
the loaded desperado, i’m cooler than rollo
(ay yo, what you hitting doc?) i’m hitting hoes up in the tahoe
gettin chickens fighting in the back of the apollo
say, “f-ck that!” if i’m a tough act to follow
(“f-ck that!!!”) disagree i bring the beef gyro
only right i spiral the hot sh-t that i know
[eric sermon]
then buy a six shot eclipse with plastic grips
[redman]
and get a gangsta b-tch who love robbing sh-t!
[chorus]
[redman]
it don’t stop y’all, it don’t stop n-gg-
you don’t stop y’all, it don’t stop n-gg-
i turn an independent woman back into a hoochie
make a jew rock a dashiki and a kufi
[eric sermon]
i be the, nutty professor, style aggressor
put rappers under pressure, with no cooker
[redman]
rock it to a t. like booker,
you’re straight shook up
i can’t hang with p-ssy n-gg-s who be scared as h-ll to push up
too much money and, not enough time
it be, too many thugs and not enough nines
hey hoe, here come five-o, stash the blow
stop sucking on my d-ck and slide on your kenneth coles
[eric sermon]
and everytime we look around them n-gg-s on my block
[redman]
ay yo them def squad motherf-ckers keeps it hot
[chorus] (2x)
hummmmm (2x)

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