Redman - Winicumuhround Lyrics
The hypes got me, I knock em out the box then out socksCause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocksMy block...s hot, so gimme all you gotWhen Im done rockin, I leave you all doin the bus stopMy format spins wheels like pat sajakI rub niggaz out like ajax now hit the playbackRrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast em like cookoutsIm smoked out, all you mcs, pull your books outWord is bond its on I get at dawn like marvin gayeStarvin since the days of kindergartenWhen I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwardsBlow shit up like the 4th of july, with half sticksAnd on and on, to the break of rae-dawn chongIm killin you softly with this song, with this bombIm like the bronx, cuz I boogie downIm representin jersey mother*****er, winicumuhroundWinicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget(aiyyo-yo-yo redman, yo that was last album) aiyyo ***** it, bust itThe top, notch, look over your sess spotsGet dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red topsBurn more steam than carpet cleanersIm meaner then Im iller than oj, catchin a misdemeanorBoom-bash I set it off (right right)I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heightsMy lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob andThe funk butter cup, cause Im a bastard at robbinI shake the valleys over cali when Im spliffed upRock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the erichterAre you tuned in to my tunes its boomYall niggaz couldnt see me if yall had zoomIm accurate like acura, my styles ninety years maximumFuel-injected like a maxima, whenimuharound mother*****erThe way I get wreck yall niggaz call it mic checkIm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like bernard geotzWith a pad and a pen I blend funky imagesThat leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million andThree years move along theres nothing to see hereIf I wasnt nice mother*****er I wouldnt be hereYeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracketDef squads in the house and mother*****er we can back itCome test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bangThe sound makes your brains wetWith the color purple on a freight trainThe devils the conductorThen take a trip to the darkside mother*****ersMy funky pattern takes interludes around saturnIm more diesel than evil meant evil like sebastianDont try this at home kids, I zone with etsAnd other alien type of mcsSo throw your shit up in the sky, cause redmans about to get liveLike one-two-fiveI smoke high times magazines when I loungeAnd broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround mother*****er
