Fire

[Intro: Redman, Two Tec] Welcome to the Red Gone Wild show-show, yeah Yeah, yeah For all the ghettos across America Well all right-right-right-ri-right cha-cha-cha-cha Red Gone Wild Yo this is Two Tec and I'll slap the shit out of a motherfucker Red Gone Wild! Gilla (Gilla House niggas) Red, Gone, Wild [Chorus: Redman & E3] Yeah I can feel your fire When you niggas feel cold and your flows ain't got it no more, nigga?! I can feel your fire Yeah nigga. You know what it is nigga, Gilla House nigga [Verse 1: Redman] Yo, check me out, yo, yo, yo Red gone wild, more stunts than The Fall Guy A buncha wild drunk niggas yellin' raw ha!! While you tryna get your weight up, but we on fire Gilla House don't die, leave da spot bone dry I want it all, R and E-D-M-A-N, cock the semi A little Henny in me It's like ya Black Hawk Down, I blast like a skinny Roll up to the jam and party like Little Penny My watch ain't for showin' time, it's for Show and Tell And I got it from sellin' dimes on AOL I'm off the hook, lookin' young, you gray as hell You off the hook 'cause, punk, you ain't pay your bills Redman the truth, nigga, put my name on it Gilla House, Die Hard-er than John McClane on it I'm smokin' sour diesel, gettin' head on my couch From a chick that resemble Rosie Perez in the mouth Simon Says "swallow it," ma, Knock don't spit it out Y'all got fat, I got a plan for y'all slimmin' down I ain't playin' no games, nigga, I'mma take it there Break it there, Visine your block, 'til I make it clear, nigga! [Chorus: Redman & E3] I can feel your fire When you niggas gettin' cold and your flows ain't got it no more you like... I can feel your fire Brick city on my back, Doc Grizzley on the track Have ya hood sayin' I can feel your fire East coast, West coast, down South, worldwide, everybody like... I can feel your fire Welcome me back like Kotter, welcome back the father Keep it gutta, no problems Bitch!!!