Redman - Green Island Lyrics
Mother*****in, ladies and gentlemanMy styles rugged like timberlandWhen I clock lyric then women give me more love than wimbledonMy style flow local like new jersey transitAnd I cant stand itAnd youll need teddy to unjam it when I cram itIm from n-to-the-eW-a-r-k, newark nj got the akWhen I wave ***** you better say heeyyyyyyyyIm a kid from the hallI got big balls to make your ***** walls dribble in my drawersHey boy this is the way the east coast swing it so bring itMan I told you ass brown-er than james with the sex machine shitI keep the chronic patrol on the roadIn case youre wondering why I keep my izmCause I smoked everybody elses shit upMy styles the ultimate funk when I mic checkaOne two checkaAnd I give effects to niggaz with my black and deckerSo check the, manuscript, man you flippedPut it down if you cant handle itGot a b-r-c-g, blunt rollers college graduateI got a degrees in physics on how high I can getThen next I check how many niggaz that can die from my tecCause the n-e-w-a-r-k is where the niggaz robbin and stealinAnd *****in niggaz everydayNow jerseys on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand sideHide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my rideSo, sliiiide, before I call the medicsYou can bet ***** you couldnt get fly if you were fedexCan i, drop the funk on ya, run it on yaStrong as ammonia, smell it from here to californiaCause reggie noble dropped that ***** named noble at sunocoIm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ochoMy music more underground than a kid at 300 xlConvertible, fuel-injected, thats why my styles well-respectedIm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealzAnd chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funkVerbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degreesAnd cause surgery for emergencyCause reggie nobles known like burglaryI get hot busted when I dip my nuggetsHey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like chuck didCause we run around newark with the nine *****Keep it heated for the brothers thats not off my blockAnd if ya dont know the flavor, be a tough guy and enterSo go show you more nigga events than jacob jaffrey centerIm genuine, to the rhyme, get your caninesCops that got the hot glock stocked for when its playtimeI rock around the robin tweet tweet on the calendarCause you couldnt pull my number if your class major was algebraI make *****es moan to my stallone without sylvesterCause Im more deadlier than a whole school system of investorsSo check us, I always smoke mad blunts before breakfastCause i, get around like 2pac with poetic in my justicHold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tightIm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packedI wrreerawwwowww like anthrax, split my pants like bill bixbyYou could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my mp-60I smoke the chronic thats why my sinus always *****ed upThem bones, them bones, them bones will have you *****ed upI blaze blunts with my nigga mellow, yo say hello(yo whattup dogg? )Really, now pass the second blunt to quillyNow sit your big ass down cuz I dont know about this rap stuffThere wasnt rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massaYall yall whippersnappers, with the caps on backwardsMan, yall ***** around with quilly I kick a bone out yo ass quickWatch out now, I aint bullshittinI representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-gs from forty-three goddamnitAnd if you keep on with that dirty mistreatinIm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beatingAnd yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionicYou find it Ill have to rewind it where minds are blindedTime 4 sum aksion so time to find itI smoked out like a cookout, look out my dicks outThat was last album when I was bouncin on trains like malcolmI was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldnt surviveThats why I quit my nine to five and got liveBecause this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pocketsAnd Im audi for ninety-four because I already got my propsHoes, hoes, and more hoes...
