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redman - slide and rock on lyrics

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intro:

yo this blunt is for all the n-gg-z that was in the
holdin pen with me in central booking
welcome to the system

[ha ha ha haaaa! yeahhh! motherf-ckers!
coming to you live from newark new jersey]

[hey redman would you roll that blunt and get me f-cked up]
[hey redman would you roll that blunt and get me f-cked up]
f-cked up [all night] all night
f-cked up [all night] all night
[yeah! coming to you live, straight out of jersey, motherf-cker]

verse one:

rock on, rock on, yo here comes that funkadelic
i come wtter than purple rain, i bust brains, the funk doctor
i rock from here to bedstuy, i hit the spot like xy
spock, got the glock, now i’m smokin out your sess spot
who is that n-gg- that’s comin six billion feet
i roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th street
look at the letter-coated afro like my man shaft would be
i cut m-ssively with sneaky styles like d-ck dastardly
the new vroom, crisp like chicken and chinese food
[jumpin jersey] yeah you heard me, got more family than the partridge
i’m just like the whispers here to put you in the mood
you’re tryin me, i’m a menace of society, right
roll the red carpet for red from here to corner markey
[yo yo they killed your style] yo yo, i ain’t lettin sh-t ride
droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and h-m-nyms

covering my d-ck, plus i’m diesel like all of them
chorus: repeat 2x

rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [somebody, help
meeeeee!] rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
[you gotta rock on] rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

verse two:
my momma used to tell me turn that sh-t the f-ck off
so i had to play like foxy and get off [get off]
cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, beeitch
my sh-t was thick i bought a clip then c-cked my own grip at honeydips
selling bags from uptowwwwn
me and lester put our money together now we got the block locked down
31 to local a-train’s, hoboken
i took the back way, new jersey transit cops were open
cause we had everything, from jewelry to thai-one suits
i’m hopin, that they don’t go inside my boots
so redman rock well before our record sell
and clientel, i’m drinkin ballentine l in h-ll
[and if ya ain’t come back] is what the base-head used to tell us
then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous
[yo fellaz!] our whole scheme sinkin like boats
cause les mixed biz with pleasure when we shoulda stuck to lactose
but every good thing comes to a end
with no ends, on the block, sellin weed again
my moms tried to make me go to school, i just didn’t listen
chorus
got locked up, now i’m all in the system, listen

verse three:

wh-ssup! i tickle your putty-cars with my loonie raps
on groovy tracks, i make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts
it’s a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be
from my city i spread it all like jiffy
i mold like clay, and roll dice just like andrew
i stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handle
so throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept mc’s
whatever, the weather be, i got mental telepathy
i keep my car underground just like the lords
even though i’m known, like all the four wheels on the course
so let me pull up to your b-mper like grace jones
cause my sh-t be way off the hook like pay phonesssahh! -dial tone



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