Redman - Do What Ya Feel Lyrics
Intro: redmanHahahahahaaaFollow... just do what ya feel and ima followIma follow...Just do what ya feel and we gon followJust do what ya feel and ima follow (2x)Haha, meth-ticalVerse one: method man, redmanWho wanna flip with the acrobaticFrom ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, ticalThe resevoir is now openI swim the english channel backstrokin, you dont know me or my styleWe hold court and blow trialYou catch cal when you browse through my x-files, who be next nowMans down, hands downForeground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dartTo my *****ing heartLittle meth he the best part, now walk with that one, wordTime time 4 sum aksionDreamin bout toni braxton, blowin her back out like bob baglinIm throwin wrestling holdsTag team with funk doc, we in funk mode, take yo best shotIf it dont hip it dont hopIf it dont quit it dont stop, thats the lifeI be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin throughThat teflon material to knock big ben off of scheduleBetter move with a set of toolsI be doin it to mics when Im a, heterosexualI load the mic then *****, drop it like three-quartersWhen I slaughter dont get caught in the waterCause the bricks got its own world orderLeave your ***** in shock like the third rail caught herStyles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with easeDid more drugs than pharmaciesSo call me that lyrical genovese, you cant compareGet you steppin like stairs, frats, sororitiesDont make me bring it on back I ***** up the majorityOf niggaz lookin hard at me, I port em like authorityAnd when my nigga meth shineOut the inner how high mobile rollin three dimes at a time[erick sermon] redman and method man still...(hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)Its that jersey representerGet hit from the bottom to your head when you enterWord...Just do what ya feel and ima follow (3x)Funk doc break it downVerse two: redman, method manYo, suck my dick out of animosityThe velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like potteryTo give lobotomies to all you rap coloniesAnd shunt your million dollar investment, to economyImpossibly might be the one in black leatherName tag sayin caution when wet by the track wetterThe hash spreader, I love the grimy shitEven my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with herThree years for carrying a loaded handgunBut its forever when a nigga [chik-chik blaaaow] and he lands oneTo your craniumThat red dot on your forehead its not cause you arabian(yo watch you say to him!)You caught up in a tight situationI should start erasin your whole organization for makinWack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basementYou couldnt come close if I gave you my bookin agentOr producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded lugerEven a crowd to get you souped up, youre still wackI peel caps, on the regularDestroy mcs et cetera, creep like the predator***** you, your label moms and your editorGive you two to the jugular, blood be spreadinAll on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin*****es hit me off more than new edition(tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physiqueSo iron lung [born to wonder]Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthinWe moonshine and grow cropsPurchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittinThese slugs at my competition, in rap sessionsU-a-p aint got no weapon, you lip professinNext in, line, parental discretion advisedThese explicit, street linguisticsBetter than yo momma biscuits, we bomb shellinI might know but aint tellin, too bad you missed itJohnny, dangerously blaze another enemy made another due paidColor-safe bleach so I dont fadeScar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharpGet yo bandaids hold thatLike e said, get the bozack, show them wack niggaz where the dos atOn the case like Im kojakKissin the grits on that flo *****, flip scripts take looong shitsRaider ruckusOne, I come with premeditated redrumGingivitis to your filthy ass gumsBottom line either get down or get doneMother*****er.
