Syrinx

[Verse 1: Redman] So what I rock the tracks that be weird like that Even to this you couldn't catch me with Fotomat My Mac will leave you more cheeky than the Japs D.O.A. I'll make ya like a big cat Feel the raft of a shaft brother getting dapped Like a little from Brooklyn hangin with nut crack just that Tight nigga that'll light cigars Blow sniffers became fiends to flow spitters Fuck you, make sure you bring your phone witcha Twist the situation and make your hoe hit ya (Redman) Rock, rock on, open you With the fumes of smoke I left in the vocal booth Disabling plugs and microphone cabling Smoke filled automobiles I rode daily in I hooked the track 'till it blows Shit, for 30 G's I'll ride blindfold With bongos, ha ha [Verse 2: Redman] So hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back Shit I wanna make the cheddar 'till I make base collapse Hit more holes than Minnesota Fats, your brain's been tapped By superior aristocrat Murder 16 bars drunk off of Schnapps Pump so many tracks you might think I do crack Rip the microphone like a hair wrestling match Lick your lips bitch cause your shit might eat chap You know Nikki D, these fake bitches be On some bullshit fucking with the Triple P Demolish, wax polished This dick I got will make the baddest bitch topless, jobless Fuck around with it, Red lit it Shit it, got niggers in Germany blitty Now I'm the new president and selling spinach 50 cent and up, can't handle get the ditty