Redman - I Got A Secret Lyrics
DamnLadies.. and gentlemenI got a secretSomebody told me yo ass stink!Dont blame me!Hah, what, huh..Ah, one two three fourHuh, huh, yoHuh, yo yo yo yo yo yo(cmere baby)Yo, yo yo, yo yo, yoYo huhYeah yi-yeah, these metaphors be broadTake the shanks out of shaw redemption and hold it to your jawClimb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floorThat ***** on the salt box, know when I rain I pourShoot up the mardi gras with double chrome forty-foursFull up plates, cause someone Im ready to take yours!Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatinHyperventilatin, youre talk of the town like date rapingCall me the doc-casian spot, the beatlesMalfunction in the sl board without the eq***** ***** ***** ***** Ill bust a nut all over that gutBuck buck buck souflee you lay you then Im hittin that clutchIts where the blacks rub, what, ***** your back upMy dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feelThe rapture.. ha ha.. ha hah.. ha hah!Aiyyo! feel what I feel, see what I see sonBreak your neck -- secretly blown, talico style docTrace the sketch -- according to verbal recording hotBricks underground detox ***** up farm cropsYo beautiful! cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmeceuticalsI react - the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticlesIm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam furtherI serve the murder then beef it to ham-burger* redman skats, I cant follow it * but Im only kiddingKnowin God damn well thats hard to spitFans call me mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hoodEveryday, wanna star? check an astrologist***** ***** ***** ***** Ill bust a nut all over that gutBuck buck buck souflee you lay you then Im hittin that clutchYou know, papi chulo with the *****ed up grammarSo much spanish ass, niggaz think I own copa cabanaShot up santa, got more tools than, hanna barbera, check itThe clues I left was hard for cops to etch-a-sketch itSerial killer that tracks ***** in every boroughKidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girlsKlack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazardsFatal, duckin from ***** police in lesablesBiggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navelHigh, funk doc, roni size keep the herb twistinAnd now get the ampegs real hot like jerk chickenHa ha.. alright one more time..(cmere baby)
