[Redman]
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Aiyyo, dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard
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Erykah Badu-izm smoker, vocal chord woof choker
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Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill
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nah nah hold up homie) We takin over!
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Gimme your girl, gimme your keys, to your four do' Explorer
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Yo Lu-Nile, crack their composure
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(We decompose your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques
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When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps
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[Luniz]
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Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy
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Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies
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Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese
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Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines
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off each other's booty love the Luniz
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I went from smokin dubs to QP's
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Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies
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and aimin uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie
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Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi
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Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
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And wonder the cause, cuz big dope had his balls
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Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola
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Took the drunkest O-A, and let the X take shit over
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No need to get juiced cause it's the anti-depressant
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Smile now but trip later, and put your hand out for the present
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Lay down for fifteen, so your body can feel rest
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Kick your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and think
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Chorus: Redman and Luniz
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Sex, money, drugs, music
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Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz...
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"I was hyp-no-tized!""I'd like to break it down down"
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"Cold turn the party out""I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down"
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"Cold turn the party out"
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(repeat 2X)
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[Luniz]
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Ahh ahh, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
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Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Satur-dayyyyyyah!
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Two lay ya blunt, players with cream
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If I die my spirit will jump inside machines
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Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry)
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I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning
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hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin my backseat
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Freak nasty got me slappin the ass cheeks of Blackstreet
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So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin a disguise
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Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes
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Not knowin I'm trippin, I walks out to my vehic'
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Buckle up for safety on my way to get some cheap shit
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I'm out the parkin lot, sideways on two wheels
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Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real
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Listen to my big block bill cause in the town that's a earful
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Shares and mo' shares, swang if it's good
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[Redman]
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Now how I get dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar
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School scholars on knowledge to move dollars
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I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas
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for niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's
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You're facin, the Cochise of operation
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And if you ain't tastin you should steady observations
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Doctor/patient, leavin mics with laceratons
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Love to stay bent with my doggs rollin adjacent (woof!)
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And when they bark they turn your sunny days to dark
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You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks
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I bang rawly, do you orally
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My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40
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Chorus 1/2
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[Redman]
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I'm gettin money y'all, I'm gettin money nigga
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Bend your back like Long Isle Iced Teas with five liquors
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Knew about the cheddar since I took my child picture
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sDial 900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches
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Stop complaining, the game is for entertainment
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What is it when niggaz heads gettin covered with blankets?
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It's just a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin crew
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I'll have your brains doin donuts like you in a rental
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Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin sex with kinfolk
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Blaze high, then smoke
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[Luniz]
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Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll
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two and two, four deep makes a crew
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Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennesey
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Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me
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Hitters on the payroll, secure because we practice
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Pure ass-kick cures for who's acting drastic
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Drank and buddha blast, callin shots on Motorolas
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One step shy, so I'ma drank until it's over
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Kick this for the fake Versace wearin fake Donna Karan Mossino
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Players we know, ain't no gambino
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Peons be watchin too much Casino, wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi
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But clown you |