Redman - Well All Rite Cha Lyrics
[method man]Hydro... indo... (buddha!)Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo!I need some brown weed (lady) all dayI need some brown weed (jenny)I need some cut (lady, lady)Now these doors dont open, til after darkAnd it aint til 12 til the party really starts(yo, me and my crew had to be in by tenRight before the fun was about to begin)Yo yo, one bitten, jabberjaws, tryin to taste thePaper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flawsToo many rebels, not enough cause for me to pauseThem broads love my shitty drawers, the finestCriminal minded put my life behind it, you niggazFind it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexySo I gotta watch you fast *****es, too many tricksThat can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*[redman]Yo, yo! yo son excuse me?(yo) Im tryin to earn a million buck or twoThe ill mc step in -- (and who the ***** are you? )Doc start walkin bumpin m.o.p.To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three(da ruckus!) with the mic I blast men on sightSo off the hook atlantic bell had to go on strikeDoc did it, metaphors come amg kitted20/20 vision, comes tinted! from being so high..(so high..) so high.. so high..[method man]Air it outIron lung I be the street soldier, ante upPull them panties up, partys over, in the cutSlappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruckLike them wild-cats at villanova, hot as *****!Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controllerOf the universe, stole-a, colder than colaCaps grab your hoodie hat, island of statKeep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather[redman]Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eyeStage dived, made a mistake, kicked f.o.i.Aiyyo hoe! doc be keepin a dope show like marilynManson the handgun be stashed in the panellingJersey drop son, watch me whip it like midgetDiggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic(dont nobody move) dont nobody start flinchinLimo driver, roll up the *****in partition![m] who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?Gettin ***** all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah[r] well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?(get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo[r] is funk doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo[m] hot nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)[r] bricks to stat hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo[m] mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)[redman]Yo ticals and doc, did it before, Ill do it againSnatch spark to the ignition, Im screwin it in(aiyyo we out!) six drop in ten seconds, what?Ill be the first one on the floor at your, wedding receptionB-boys gather around and act p-noidBring the trouble t-roy, to earlobes, keyloid(terminator 2) doc after sarah connFor the barrel bonds (am I on? ) tical, youre onUhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-onUh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on[method man]Got these slim pickins on my charles dickens, I pack a macTo make your back stiffen, flip the script I act differentThe eyeball, keep your distance, warning yall you dont listen*****in over shit you aint gettinSo finally, puttin in work, the big hurtMc, with a social disease, and get it firstEnemies, feel my energies, four centuries of angerRemember me? (the field nigga!)Too ghetto fabulous, rza.. sharp, and hazardousFigure, with bad habit, cant hold his liquorSpeed like a millipede (hot nix-on)Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leavesParagraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)Showin you the pain I feel from holdin theseBlack thoughts, deep rooted, nowadaysThey come with batteries included, in wicked ways[m] who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?Gettin ***** all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah[r] well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?(get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo[r] is funk diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo[m] meth diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)[r] bricks to stat hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo[m] mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...* fades in and out before end *
