Redman - Slide & Rock On Lyrics
Intro:Yo, this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in theHoldin pen with me in central bookingWelcome to the system[ha ha ha haaaa! yeahhh! mother*****ers!Coming to you live from newark, new jersey][hey redman would you roll that blunt and get me *****ed up]*****ed up [all night] all night[hey redman would you roll that blunt and get me *****ed up]*****ed up [all night] all night[yeah! coming to you live, straight out of jersey, mother*****er]Verse one:Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that funkadelicI come wtter than purple rain, I bust brains, the funk doctorSpock, got the glock, now Im smokin out your sess spotI rock from here to bedstuy, I hit the spot like xyWho is that nigga thats comin six billion feetI roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th streetI cut massively with sneaky styles like dick dastardlyLook at the letter-coated afro like my man shaft would beThe new vroom, crisp like chicken and chinese foodIm just like the whispers here to put you in the mood[jumpin jersey] yeah you heard me, got more family than the partridgeRoll the red carpet for red from here to corner markeyYoure tryin me, Im a menace of society, right[yo yo they killed your style] yo yo, I aint lettin shit rideDroppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonymsCovering my dick, plus Im diesel like all of themChorus: repeat 2xRock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [somebody, helpMeeeeee!] rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on[you gotta rock on] rock rock on, you gotta rock rock onRock rock on, you gotta rock rock onVerse two:My momma used to tell me turn that shit the ***** offSo I had to play like foxy and get off [get off]My shit was thick I bought a clip then *****ed my own grip at honeydipsCause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, beeitchSelling bags from uptowwwwnMe and lester put our money together now we got the block locked down31 to local a-trains, hobokenI took the back way, new jersey transit cops were openIm hopin, that they dont go inside my bootsCause we had everything, from jewelry to thai-one suitsAnd clientel, Im drinkin ballentine l in hellSo redman rock well before our record sellThen my moms crib was jacked by the jealous[and if ya aint come back] is what the base-head used to tell us[yo fellaz!] our whole scheme sinkin like boatsCause les mixed biz with pleasure when we shoulda stuck to lactoseBut every good thing comes to a endWith no ends, on the block, sellin weed againMy moms tried to make me go to school, I just didnt listenGot locked up, now Im all in the system, listenChorusVerse three:Whassup! I tickle your putty-cars with my loonie rapsOn groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie actsFrom my city I spread it all like jiffyIts a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th beI mold like clay, and roll dice just like andrewI stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handleWhatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathySo throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept mcsI keep my car underground just like the lordsEven though Im known, like all the four wheels on the courseSo let me pull up to your bumper like grace jonesCause my shit be way off the hook like pay phonesssahh! *dial tone*
