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redman - lalala lyrics

[intro: redman]
(hey) huh, (hey) ha (ha, ha)
let’s go!

[verse 1: redman]
yo, now everybody welcome me back like i’m kotter
it’s ’90s ugly, i’m in the mirror like shabba
america’s most blunted, cheech and chong say i’m don dada
a bounty hunter for the sour, i’ma
hit your hood, i’m in pocket, how i get around (yeah)
i’m on my toes like a midget in a urinal
whoever your connect, boy, better tell ’em (yes, sir)
i’m looking for the k!ller, i’m tryna catch a felon

[verse 2: method man, redman]
i’m looking for who’s selling, mary cooking my cerebellum
i pen and tell ’em, my art is war, machiavellian
by day sevеn, see what you’re smelling is me inhaling
you see that sеven of seven seas, call me magellan (let’s go, meth)
i’ll call the reverend, mac 11 and split your melon
if that don’t get him, a honeydew, in a split second
america’s most, put us both in the smoke section
with no sticks and no seeds and no exceptions (haha)

[chorus: redman & method man]
i’m like, yeah, you know i roll that (la+la+la+la)
i’m like (hey), this n+gga got it, yo
i’m like, yeah, and then we smoke that (la+la+la+la)
now everybody say, da+da, da+da+da+da
i’m like, yeah, you know i roll that (la+la+la+la)
i’m like (hey), this n+gga got it, yo
i’m like, yeah, and then we smoke that (la+la+la+la)
brick city, staten island (hey), let’s go (hey)
[verse 3: method man]
ayy, blunt brothers, you got the herb, the blood covet
you came to beef with a b+tter knife, that don’t cut it
just cold busted, wild style when i cold crush it
the gilla house got a gilla monster, i’m cold blooded
you are ready, i run with reggie, i don’t puff it
we like de niro and joe pesci, but low budget
bunch of buzz k!llers, buzz b+gg+rs, they asking how he do it
ain’t no nike to it, i just does it

[verse 4: redman]
ayo meth, i got the granddaddy and i’m listening to bob marley
i tear the roof off the porch like it’s house party (let’s go)
i got the new edition, that green homie, it’s a k!ller
ralph, ricky, mike, bobby, ronnie, and johnny (woo)
n+ggas say they got gas, but it’s all gas
they talking like a podcast, n+gga, haul ass
i never share and i don’t pass the clip
’cause that sh+t on his lip got some sh+t on his lip, n+gga

[chorus: redman & method man]
i’m like, yeah, you know i roll that (la+la+la+la)
i’m like (hey), this n+gga got it, yo
i’m like, yeah, and then we smoke that (la+la+la+la)
now everybody say, da+da, da+da+da+da
i’m like, yeah, you know i roll that (la+la+la+la)
i’m like (hey), this n+gga got it, yo
i’m like, yeah, and then we smoke that (la+la+la+la)
brick city, staten island (hey), let’s go (hey)
[verse 5: redman]
ayo meth, this weed i got, bruh
i swear on my mama i can see the future
the hood say i got kushtradamus (yeah)
i’m at court in marijuana pajamas
the judge said, “you smoke bud?, “i’m like, “yeah, your honor”
i got the plug, so my homie got it on the low
’cause i’m lookin’ at your o’s, n+gga, like, what are those?
i got a party in la
if i run out of bud, i need more like rudy ray, n+gga

[verse 6: method man]
pardon my french, i’m so international
this is doc and meth, je fume, sacrebleu
the skunk on me, mon ami, pep le pew
call ya mefyou if that’s how i get me f with you
this is vexone, more energized, no rest for me
no positive without negative, more or less, homie
the best bud in the west on me, no stress on me
protect your neck, ’cause me and brody got next, homie

- redman lyrics

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