Redman - Da Ill Out Lyrics
[erick sermon]Yo reggie, imout[jamal]T-ree f squadMuddy watersDont get it twisted... nigga[redman]Aiyyo everybody in this mother*****er will get touched***** such and such, I roll tight like handcuffsRock that ass to sleep with discrete techniquesI beez that, freak of the week like I made knee deepHold up! rotate around the solar, badder than cobraComposure never sleeps, my stream pumps folgersIm sauteein mcs with fried rice up in the wokWithout the msg and chopped celerySee, I made it, my flavor situatedFrom the nickel plated mic thats hot, to leave your brain inflatedPlus, Im thick like quakers on papersBodacious mcs get turned to lower casesLettering, and the medicine, that Im swallowinGet you hollerin, like marvin gaye when his father shot himIn the chest, I roll with two stacks of tecsAnd mad niggaz and sess that I roll up in your restUhh! mister fantastics crafted, with no 52nd ass kickWhen Im blasted, my method magics get drasticThat you cant see with bifocalsWatchin mcs go up and down like stock brokersI leave your brains on tilt, with ill skills thats milkThats rougher than jeans that gloria vander-biltIm poppin mad shit, plus I can back itYour manll be like yo, get that dust off yo jacket[keith murray]It aint a test or quiz that my squad cant winThose who know the biz, know we wreck kids get bizYall digest, multiple stab wounds to the chestAnd I copycat kill the rest, with no method to my madnessPlus the apparatus with the baddestDetermined to be the last man, standin on the planetYall get attached, like a blood-suckin leechWhen you fall into my rhythm of speechYour hands get embraced with a touch of the bassHead get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck braceRough rhyme mechanical, lyrical at it who?Will ironically chronically murder you and your crewMy directive, through where I live, is kinda primitiveSee I get to the bottom of the problem, and make shit giveStep in the jam, hooded and high, plastered the masterCast to the masses grabs the micTen dollar rappers, is what l.o.d. goes afterTo my squad, theres no matches, we bashesDo photo flashes on all flavor s-classesBomb attack on wax, lyrical mini mac to your backTie you up, throw you in the actA public figure, who walks around with a gin of jiggerCause I gives a ***** about another nigga, word up[jamal]Muddy waters, yo this is the way that my intro should goDrunk slow funk flow for reggie noble***** with me doe, mally g doe its not logicPlayin that big shit get broke down microscopicFreak it back keep the track ringin, with the basslineIts major when you savor my flavor, can you taste mineFace the nine I lace your spine with short fat paceAround and round, avoidin the time to put it downNows the time here yeah[erick sermon]Clown where, pick a spotNeutral grounds or not, we give a *****, lick a shot[jamal]Gangsta, so called killin, cap peelinPlayalistic, I mean is all that shit realisticPlay your cards god, black keep your hand held tightNight fall might call your life, shit is trifeOn these evil streets after darkNiggaz gettin sparked left and outlined in chalkNew day, this whole shits twisted (is it man)Its me bombin on these niggaz shitlist and mally gOpen your eyes to see, recognize who be a gHopin to ride in the, industry with eThe villains had it cause ahead (word up yeah)Killin my psychosomatic pattern mad (yeah)[erick sermon]Yall know, uhh, yeah, muddy watersWe out for nine-seven, word up, peace
