Intro:
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Yo, this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in the
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holdin pen with me in central booking
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Welcome to the system
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[Ha ha ha haaaa! Yeahhh! Motherfuckers!
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Coming to you live from Newark, New Jersey]
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[Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up]
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Fucked up [all night] all night
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[Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up]
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Fucked up [all night] all night
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[Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker]
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Verse One:
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Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic
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I come wtter than Purple Rain, I bust brains, the funk Doctor
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Spock, got the glock, now I'm smokin out your sess spot
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I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY
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Who is that nigga that's comin six billion feet
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I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street
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I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly
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Look at the letter-coated afro like my man Shaft would be
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The new vroom, crisp like chicken and Chinese food
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I'm just like The Whispers here to put you in the mood
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[Jumpin Jersey] Yeah you heard me, got more family than the Partridge
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Roll the red carpet for Red from here to corner markey
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You're tryin me, I'm a menace of society, right
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[Yo yo they killed your style] Yo yo, I ain't lettin shit ride
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Droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms
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Covering my dick, plus I'm diesel like all of them
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Chorus: Repeat 2X
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Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [somebody, help
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meeeeee!] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
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[You gotta rock on] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
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Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
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Verse Two:
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My momma used to tell me turn that shit the fuck off
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So I had to play like Foxy and get off [get off]
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My shit was thick I bought a clip then cocked my own grip at honeydips
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Cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, beeitch
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Selling bags from uptowwwwn
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Me and Lester put our money together now we got the block locked down
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31 to local A-Train's, Hoboken
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I took the back way, New Jersey transit cops were open
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I'm hopin, that they don't go inside my boots
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Cause we had everything, from jewelry to thai-one suits
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And ClienTEL, I'm drinkin Ballentine L in hell
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So Redman rock well before our record sell
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Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous
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[And if ya ain't come back] Is what the base-head used to tell us
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[Yo fellaz!] Our whole scheme sinkin like boats
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Cause Les mixed biz with pleasure when we shoulda stuck to lactose
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But every good thing comes to a end
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With no ends, on the block, sellin weed again
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My moms tried to make me go to school, I just didn't listen
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Got locked up, now I'm all in the system, listen
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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Whassup! I tickle your putty-cars with my loonie raps
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on groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts
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From my city I spread it all like Jiffy
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It's a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be
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I mold like clay, and roll dice just like Andrew
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I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handle
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Whatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathy
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So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept MC's
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I keep my car underground just like the Lords
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Even though I'm known, like all the four wheels on the course
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So let me pull up to your bumper like Grace Jones
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Cause my shit be WAY off the hook like pay phonesssahh! *dial tone*
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Slide and Rock On
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Redman |