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[Hook] Yo, Yo, Redman! Man, what the fuck? [Verse 1] The hype's got me, I knock 'em out the box then out socks Cause when I come around, niggas skate like the rocks My block's hot, so give me all you got When I'm done rocking, I leave you all doing the Bus Stop My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak I rub niggas out like Ajax now hit the playback Rrwoahh, look out, roast 'em like cookouts I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books out Word is bond it's on I get it on like Marvin Gaye Starving since the days of Kindergarten When I die my ashes flip my coffin backwards Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong I'm Killing You Softly with this song, with this bomb I'm like the Bronx, cause I Boogie Down I'm representing Jersey motherfucker, when I come around [Hook] Yo, Yo, Redman! Man, what the fuck? [Verse 2] When I come around, homeboy watch your nuggets (Ayo yo yo Redman, yo that was last album) Ayo fuck it, bust it The top, notch, look over your sess spots Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops Regina Steamer Carpet Cleaner, I'm meaner Then I'm iller than OJ, catching a misdemeanor Boom-bash I set it off right (right) I shut off your lights while you caught up in the heights My lyrics starving, my crew runs like the mob and The funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbing I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up Rock a fifth up, that measure 9.0 on the Erichter Are you tuned in to my tunes it's booming Y'all niggas couldn't see me if y'all had zoom lens I'm accurate like Acura, my style's 90 years maximum, fuel-injected like a Maxima When I'm around, motherfuckers [Hook] Yo, Yo, Redman! Man, what the fuck? [Verse 3] The way I get wreck y'all niggas call it mic check I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz With a pad and a pen I blend funky images That leave your girl hemmoraging for about two million and Three years move along there's nothing to see here If I wasn't nice motherfucker I wouldn't be here Yeah, yeah, put metaphors inside a bracket Def Squad's in the house and motherfucker we can back it Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang The sound makes your brains wet, with The Color Purple On the freight train, the devil's the conductor Let's take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn I'm more diesel than evil medieval like Sebastian Don't try this at home kids, I zone with E.T.'s, and other alien type of MC's So throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman's About to get live, like one-two-five I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge And broken mics and cords is left when I come around, motherfucker [Outro - sampled from two different Redman freestyles] ...partridge and a pear tree To the girls that wanna sex you up Mess you up Lick you from ear to ear from chest to butt *Yo hol' up later maybe* *I'll lick you where I'll drives you crazy* *Then you say Redman you get the right one baby* Ohhhh! *Yeah, yeah* Ohhh! *Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, huh* (Yo, check it out, we gon set this shit off like this)