[Intro]
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WKYA Gilla House Radio
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Yeah niggaz, I'm back
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And the weather outside is hot than a motherfucker
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But we cold chillin in the Brick City
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So kick back, light some blunts
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Put your hands on a big fat greasy ass and turn the music up
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As we take yo' ass on a ride as Redman Goes Wild on WKYA!
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[Redman]
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Gilla House, yo, yo
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Come see the sideshow, nigga how it go?
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With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks
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You want the beef nigga? Here the prime roast
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My mic's the gun, the bullet's the 9-volt
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Fuck the convo, here go the pyro
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G.I. Joe, mixed with Desperado
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I ride low, with a bomb in the armrest
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Prepare to snipe a fucker like John F.
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Connect ya like Nynex, nigga holla
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I'm on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck
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Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor
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Red is to blunt like redneck is to Marlboro
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This is our world, join the effect
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Clean your ears for Doc Donald Goines with a pen
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What more can I say, Doc billin
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Gilla general, Def Squad lieutenant
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Ill at will, thought you knew
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I'm in the hood, you (Most Wanted) up in (Malibu)
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I don't co-sign shit that ain't hundred percent
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Tryna blow money-wise like Bubba Gump Shrimp (Gilla!)
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I feel I'm young, out for the crumbs
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Shutgun warrior with a Wu-Tang tongue (Gilla!)
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How ya like that, tell me how ya like that
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How ya like that, tell me how ya like that
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Don't fuck around or walk around with an icepack
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I test your gangsta, didn't wanna fight back
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This for niggaz, Jews, and white trash
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I deliver them punchlines with a nice jab
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Smokin weed on a go-cart at Bo Craft
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BC-4, straight out of Low Cash
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Low Cash, Low Cash (WKYA!)
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Low Cash, yeah!
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[Gov Mattic]
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The new Brick City, low down, gritty
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Fo'-pound semi, minds I leave 'em empty
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Keep the fo'-pound round the nine-milli with me
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So when the Feds run up, they likely not to hit me
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Like J-Kwon everybody, in the club tipsy
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You be on the mixtapes soundin like 50
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But this is Brick City, Gilla House we comin through
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Smokin blunts, sippin Henny too
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Girls is bouncin, niggaz bouncin too
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On the blocks, new whips we drivin through
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We gettin money, CD's is pay-per-view
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At the go-go girls come up into
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So listen up as we tell y'all what to do
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Come holla at my motherfuckin crew (yeah!)
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How U Like Dat
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| Redman |
