RRRRAHHHHH! Look out! You musta got hit with some bullshit!
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Yo, where at?
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Smack dab across your lips, can you talk?
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Ahm ahh ill uhh ahm no em no menna no vat
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Yo-ye-yo Redman, what the fuck was that?
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I don't know but it's on my top lip
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Don't crack jokes, and pop shit
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Just get it off my top lip
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Or Reggie, you can drop kid
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Oah-OK be still chill, I'm gettin it off your grill
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Wha-what was it?
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Some of that pussy you ate this mornin from that bitch Jill
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Yeah
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But c'mon, check it
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Motherfuckin right
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Let's get busy on this record
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So we can make the dough
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Shit
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and make girls like Kiki Shepard get naked
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On the strength!
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Party with Machine and Oprah Winfr'
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First class tickets, hotel bitches puffin mad blunts
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Blunts?
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Blunts
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Blunts don't don't rhyme with Oprah Winfr' troop
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Who cares what rhymes with it long as the funk pump through my Benz truck
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Now you know you don't own a Benz
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Yes I do and chrome's the trim
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Black with a system when it's hittin I'm pullin mad skins
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With Olde E sittin in between my lap
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and when brothers act up, a gun machine I pack
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The original P-Funk, got the jewels trunk, a funker
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When I'm sexin, my bad is bigger than any buster's
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like Max and..
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Wait wait wait, could we get on with the tape?
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Lights, camera, hahh, action
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Welcome to Red's tape, may I take your order?
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It's a slaughter if you order the hit without the water
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and then swallow without the damn water to follow
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You might be doin the stupid dance and win a grand at the Apollo
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Whatchu know?
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I'm rough, snap necks, drink Olde E, but crack Beck's
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That ain't what you told me last week
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Wreck anything that's wet, when I have sex
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For instance, I mix with, a style that make you shit bricks
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Tsk tsk, I'm musically gifted, to rip it
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That's bullshit yo
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Um-shat-lot, Red got crazy knots
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And knots in the pots, got props from here to George Washington Bridge
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I get biz, I use hats, so no kids
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Fuck, I took out more suckers, than a..
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HOLD UP! I don't think I can freak the funk like that
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I might have to nap, because my afro is like Shaft
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Puffy, fade it quite lovely and to snuff me
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get your gang, cause I'm Fightin with more Power than Chuck D
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Chuck D from Public Enemy?
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Yeah he's a friend of me
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The one that say "Brothers and sisters?"
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Yeah but he's no kin to me
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I'm strictly negro, I freak the style and there it goes
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BOOM!
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If a stitch in time saves nine, then I got shit sewed
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Put pins in needles, and needles in pins
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A happy man is a happy man, that, when I'm hittin skins
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Fuck skins, I'm hittin puss when it's gush
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Then eat it when the puss is well cooked
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LOOK!
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Up in the air?
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No the cab
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Who's in the cab? Whut Thee??!!
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It's Superman!! WHY?
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Because it's hot as a MOTHERFUCKER out here
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Oh word, you bet I'm gettin the fuck out of here man
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Yeah me too
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Oh I forgot to tell you Willya called for you
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Willya who?
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Willya SUCK MY DIHHHHHK!
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Aiyyo fuck you!
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*laughing*
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Big nose bitch!
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I hate your stupid ass
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You a stupid motherfucker!
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Redman Meets Reggie Noble
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