Redman - We Run N. Y. Lyrics
* all krs samples are from sound of da police off _return of the boom bap_Intro: dr. trevis, hurricane g, redmanHahahahahahaaaaa[krs] watch out!Geyeeah! as we take a journey to the darkside[krs] watch out!From hell and beyond, the knotty-headed nigga era has triumphed[krs] watch out!A new ever! if you dont know, your ***** ass better[krs] watch out!Axe somebody! shoot em up![glo] the hurricane g is live and in color[krs] watch out![glo] we run you mother*****ers![red] the funk doctor spock coming live and in color[krs] watch out![red] we run you mother*****ers![r+g] puffin mad spliffs, so ***** a *****And a nigga, cause niggaz, and *****es aint shit!Hahahahahahaaaa! dr. trevis[krs] watch out!Is in the mother*****in houseWith a couple of sick patients for your ***** ass[krs] watch out!Yeahhh!Verse one: hurricane g, redmanThe hurricane g is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk(hoo-hah!! wild like shaolin monks)Representin, comin out of brooklyn, flatbushYou wuss, you cant push push in the bushWell uh, lets take a journey to hell and beyondWhere the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled cheech and chongThe jimi hendrix of rap, I got an afro andBandanna, then I rock jams like santanaI move mcs like niggaz move keys uptownRed and hurricane g, so how you like us now? !!? !Chorus: repeat 4x[krs] watch out! we run new yorkYeahVerse two: hurricane g(hurricane g hit em one time)From the brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooksSo I holds back what you took!I take my funk and my religion seriousSanctify yall and leave yall house niggaz delirious(hahahahaa) cause Im furious!How dare you mother*****ers, forget about the ultimateFunk, bitttttch nigga!I got your wicked witch with a switchMother*****er, ***** you and your crew!So what nigga, is it you wanna do?In ninety-fo I kick the wicked for the *****esFor the real trick deez who can dig itCause after pop thought all that, hurricane stay fatWord to mom, big dick boricuas in the backThe queen of the east coast, funk gangsta pack buddhaOn the rhyme since eighty-nineIts all in your mind, but whats yours is mineYour dough and your hoes bump n grind to my rhymesNow! it aint a nigga who could hangOr pop yang, about a mother*****in th-a-a-a-angAnd uh, ***** any ***** who cant hangIm representin *****es universal!It go, one for the biz, on the biznessWhich yall blesses with gods blessings, do you see?Hurricane and redman original steelLatin queens in the house!!So nigga swing it over here on these big fat tits!!(titties, hahahahahaa)Verse three: redmanThe funk doctor spock, blast up on your blockIm walkin through the sewer with manure on my socksYour style, I freaked it when I was a childSo you talkin that baby talk like, whos talkin now?Verbally I crush, brains eruptBlow your focus, like you sniffin angel dustRun of the mill Im not, watch me kill a *****-suckerAnd cause ruckus, like them l.o.d. mother*****ersEvery verse every word I preachRepresents the east, long as the human eyes can seeGimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat!I light a blunt for niggaz up in sing-singI do it to death, style is funk thats freshRemove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contestAnd Im hotter, than the globetrotters in the bahamasI got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and Im asEager, as nigga wantin my shit to dubCause my shit be bangin like the crips and bloodsTroop, I flew the coop like big bird in timb bootsI skywalk the planet like my code name was lukeFrom the darkside, Im from the darkside pahIm above the law like steven segallMother*****er!!Outro: dr. trevis[krs] watch out!Hahahaha, we take you to the darksideCome travel[krs] watch out!On our metaphoric futuristic type shitAs we blow your brains like spliffs[krs] watch out!Dr. trevis is outta hereFor the nine-fo you stank... *****[krs] watch out!Yeahh[krs] watch out!
