Redman - Bobyahed2dis Lyrics
[jeff stewart]And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best!Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* thank you *coughing*What youre about to experience is a walk on the funkadelic sideWho knows better than the funkadelic devil himselfTo all knotty head niggaz, bob to thisCome walk with def squad on the darksideComing to you live and direct without further adieuI bring to you redman one more timeThis is jeff stewart and you know how I do it... God dayam!!![redman]So whos that funky nigga thats known to kick the fat shit?The mirror said you are, you conceited bastard*cutting and scratching of bastard*Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, its the dogfetcher, I betchaAahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slangGet you coughed up from the weed itll bust your brainThe top notch of hip-hop and Im on the chartsIm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heartMy styles foul, so look into the eyes of lorimarsAs you can see, I drop funk bars from here to marsStill rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap *****Crossin dtw, coming into my lap andBoy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the backMy style swarms over ghettoes like crackBlow in any hood and puff a blunt with any niggaAs long as we both got, it dont matter whos gun biggerBut I bet you you cant do that, cause the multiplatinumsCant save your ass on the block, and youre *****ed if it aint popThe funk is blowin wattage out your *****in trunksLike peak puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumpsProps I got, coming through your block nine *****edMy socks, even got three-eighty-nine shotsDont press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in texasYou dont have no heart you chestless, cuz your hearts on my necklaceI give props to real mcs like krs-oneKool g rap, buckshot, busta me and Im fromThe east coast!! where a nigga like you get that fat?And since you came out gassed, well Im closin your gas capThe creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freakerRepresent new jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacherA menace like dennis, I got game like ennisI can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentenceLord have mercy! its too much funk to cope withDroppin dope shit after dope shit, were atrociousThats from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom comeAnd I dont have to be a special ed to get dumb!!
