Redman - Enjoy Da Ride Lyrics
[streetlife]Yo, I know the streets is watchinDirty date niggas caught blockin or glockinWaitin for my down four street got options***** yall, yall can ball, ima stay rockinAll emcees falled when I heard the albums droppinNuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoctionRaps in a state of emergency, its shockinI produce joints that loosen up the socketCrowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shitBang your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin itRide the ***** out, bust a clip for the ***** of itThis is as good as it get, who you rollin with? (you)Who the ultimate? (wu)Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap shitSlow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quickI roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuitsAnd grab my dick and flick it, get the picture[redman]Yo, yo, yo, I cop a new benz, crash the frontSo hard the airbags use nasal pumpsJump out, ***** the shoti (rasie em up)I stomp holes if the ground aint paved enoughInform the former the first step was a warm-upThe next stepll bomb on where your car alarm wasChikens thatll run in, burn the barn upShotsll tear sean john and phat farm upI never gotta soul train awardNever lost to emcees as lame as yallNever, trick a ***** car payment offIm a orangatang when the chain is offNigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie maskLeavin stains of blood on your rolie glassWhen Im in your hood nigga throw me bags[method man]Lets trick the night fantasticIm flexable, they used to call me plasticThese big butt *****es get they ass kickedIt is what it is, shittin on yall kidsCouldnt live where we liveI cant be defeated like nobody used to wizzLike, when daddys home cant nobody beat the kidsRight? you know the clan and you know the *****in manMeth rock a mic without a kickstandTwo blunts, and razors in his wristbandSlap you and your ***** manLookin in your lobby, call me stick-manWhen its goin down, call me quicksandZero to sixty in a second, pack a smith & westonAnd if the price is right, you can be the next contestantFor this aggression, no question, m-e to the f it be flexinAs hard as my erection, kid learn your lessonCuz what if I decide to start testin the joint in the mutha*****in session?[saukrates]Let a nigga get into itLubricate yall veins with your do-it fluidI einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove itCross with the mac, in fact my games are truestNow Im on the highway, doing it my wayWith street the legal, meth, roc, and doc fridayPerformin like the weather was warmAnd drop heat on the streets through zero degree stormsAnd keep the ghetto, pop your metalSmoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellowThe addiction, aint no frictionI got them rap heads fillin out a prescriptionWith diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakesAnd burn the arch, like a iron to your faceThese long hard years spent oxy-cleanin - make it clearLook out! big sauks is here, hit the button
