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