Redman - Wkya Lyrics
[radio announcer]This is dj sayyyy what?! on this mother*****erComin at you live on wkya radio from the brick cityThe weather is callin for it to be hotter than a mother*****er out thereSo crack a brew, roll a blunt, cause the phone lines are open right nowWe've expanded to cities like atlanta, d.c., tampa, chicagoDallas, memphis, detroit and l.a.So call in now, 1-800-high-as-a-mother*****erThat's 1-800-,high-as-a-mother*****er!!Doctor doctor! tell me how ya do itSpit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it..Doctor doctor! tell me how ya do itSpit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it..[redman]Yo, when i walk i stalk like a dog (aroof!)Writin "***** ya hometown" on ya wall (aroof!)Wkya! them niggaz that'll whip out the dickAnd piss all in your gar-mentsWhen i come around, son lay 'em downThis homey the clown play around so pay it nowSweepin the block up, mayor doc, he in townRidin the highway at night to run a deer down; i look for the actionFunk doc, i don't look when i'm crashin!I'm so dope i could bundle cook-up by the aspirinGaspin like it's aspen, no airBeef we bring it on with tap shoes and hope the po'-po' thereGraduated, they said red would go nowhere (uh-uh)Now, source awards, ride a water buffalo therePolo gear, holes in it, the fo'-fo' wearAss out, check the weather report for cold air (brrrr)On your hottest day of the summer, i snowmobile inStack new jacks in the carter, blow the buildingIt's wkya muh'*****erBringin trouble your way, so duck muh'*****er!Yeahh! two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand poundsOf guerilla shit funk fo' yo' ass mother*****er!Bricks to brook-nam, we hold it down, ppp def squadYa tell me once and i'll tell you againPull out the mac-10 and rob yo' friend, yeahhh!(*****er) wkya (we kickin yo' ass)
