[Redman]
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This is WKYA, We Kickin Yo' Ass radio
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All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound
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put your motherfuckin pounds up, and start bustin the motherfuckers
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Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit
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Yeah yeah yeah
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Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills
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Stated own real, haters gon' feel
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Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue
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You bounty hunters be on the chase for Joe Young
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I won't slip, keep pink slips to my car
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I'm raw like sushi bars on bougie broads
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I retrieve the money, dawg labrador
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Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw
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You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin
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Don't be the next vinyl cut to (Urban Legend)
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I can feel where you at, when I pound you up
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You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up
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My crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche
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If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce
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I'ma do what I want, cause my time is now
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Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down
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If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back
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Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track
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Am I wrong for dat? (If that's what you like)
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Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I guess not)
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Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub
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Beatin down security cause I don't give a fuck
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Am I wrong for dat? (Mmm mmm)
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Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)
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Yo Keith, yo yo Keith
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[sound of jail door opening]
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[Keith Murray]
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I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald
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Hollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came free
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And you ain't gotta believe me, fuck bein nervous
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Far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service
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What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear
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Have his whole body shakin in fear
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Stormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flames
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A few ashes, when they analyze your remains
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I live in the streets, reside with the toolie
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I kill you like it's part of my religious duty
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Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug
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Even females who think they thugs
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Trigger the release of adrenaline
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When I'm gangsta-trippin like the Bloods'n'Crips'n'them
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Unleash the matter of energy, killin 'em
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Why'd you do it? Because I wasn't feelin them!
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[Redman]
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If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh)
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with a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days
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Am I wrong for dat? (I don't think so)
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C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)
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Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh)
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When they playin my song ass spill out the thong
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Am I wrong for dat? (Got that big ass)
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Am I wrong for dat? (Tchk, nooo)
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I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy
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to that bang to the pussy the beat, beat
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And if yo', bitch ain't sippin that Cristal shit
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Then she might be leavin with D, D
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I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers
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That bitch that "Stan" drowned, I fucked around with her
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Act like a man, stand on your own two
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Doc takin it all, fuck who it belong to
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Wrong 4 Dat
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Redman |