Redman in the house, ya don't stop
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Gilla House in the house, ya don't stop
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Def Squad in the house, ya don't stop
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Wu Tang in the house, ya don't stop
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Hip-Hop in the house, ya don't stop
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Redman gotta light that green
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People always say, "What the hell does that mean?"
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Wussup homeboy I'm a muhfuckin' rider
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Custom made Airs and my shoes never tied up
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Hardcore shit, do it eazier than wider
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While you sittin' home gettin' baby mama drama
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Jersey, Uptown - go pick my weed up
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Broke? I aint turning your C to a D cup
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Bitch I'm a G! I never give my keys up
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Not even half if you didn't sign a pre-nupt
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Watch how we thump
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I'm 'bout my bid-ness
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You about to go downtown like the shiznit
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Witness! Yeah boy
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I get ya dumb like white people lookin' for weird noise
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Hood down, got B. Smalls on my white tee
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And my chain look like an italian icee
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Redman nigga
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Grind like brakes
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Cause I'm after that cake
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Like Steadman nigga!
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[Hook]
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Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle
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Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle
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And everywhere I go I kick a freestyle
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And every time I move these women freestyle
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Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle
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Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle
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Redman gotta light that green
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People always say, "What the hell does that mean?"
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Okay yo, I got Bricks in the building
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Young kids out here, flip ya like Wilson
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Pilgrim! There it is
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The block is Tina Marie, yeah I'm on my square biz
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Turn up the kid like volume ten
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And you could brown-nose me 'til the album in
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You was hot when your style was in
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Now ya lookin' at Gilla, "I wish I was down with them"
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No time to turn back, I keep my eyes focused
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Slow like I'm on the I-95 smoking
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Like Ocean's Twelve
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When I'm postin' smell
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My zip lock when the red line open
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Fat girls like, "Yo that's my hero."
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Enough of them to pull a Five-Five-Zero
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Incog-negro, after the cream
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I'm in your hood like (WatchTime?) magazine
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I mean, for bullshit my nose keen
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And only takes one hit to get in those jeans
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It's not your ass, girl it's your brain
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Now when I hit it I keep the chicken lo mein
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Back on the train like "Who the hell are you?"
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I'm Doc, I bring heat like number 32
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Brick city niggas, yeah yeah a rider
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La-La-La don't steal my damn lighter
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See I'm on point, never catch me slippin'
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Storch on the track, watch how Reggie rip it
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Sniff it, you'll know it's on again
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Walked in this muhfucka like I own da bitch
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I'm not in Cancun
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I'm out in Grant tomb
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On one wheel throwing it up like, "Man move!"
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Back on my grizzly, yeah take that
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You want the crack
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I prepared it ASAP!
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[Hook]
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Wussup homegirl we a muhfuckin riders
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Met her outside of the Copacabana
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Far from a sucka, pull out the 'lama
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And tell on myself like, "Yo well your honor:"
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See, I blast on sight when I move
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That battery pack on my back stay full
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I aint no joke, I keep y'all steppin'
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Doc got next nigga drop y'all weapon
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Screen on my mic got hash tar resins
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Engineer fucked up, laughing all reckless
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I'm like, "Shutup! Gilla house got this."
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Arms grew longer for my short pockets
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Stop it? I wish I can
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I'm trying to be building green like MGM Grand
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Get it? Redman, who the fuck are you?
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Got weed? Let me bust a U nigga!
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[Hook]
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Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla
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Freestyle Freestyle
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