The hype's got me, I knock em out the box then out socks
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Cause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks
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My block...'s hot, so gimme all you got
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When I'm done rockin, I leave you all doin the Bus Stop
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My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak
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I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback
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Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast em like cookouts
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I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books out
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Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye
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Starvin since the days of Kindergarten
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When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards
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Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks
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And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong
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I'm Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb
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I'm like the Bronx, cuz I Boogie Down
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I'm representin Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround
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Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget
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(Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it
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The top, notch, look over your sess spots
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Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops
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Burn more steam than carpet cleaners
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I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor
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Boom-bash I set it off (right right)
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I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights
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My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and
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The funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbin
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I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up
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Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter
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Are you tuned in to my tunes it's boom
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Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom
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I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum
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Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker
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The way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check
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I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz
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With a pad and a pen I blend funky images
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That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and
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three years move along there's nothing to see here
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If I wasn't nice motherfucker I wouldn't be here
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Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket
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Def Squad's in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT
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Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang
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The sound makes your brains wet
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with The Color Purple on a freight train
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The devil's the conductor
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Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers
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My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn
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I'm more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian
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Don't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's
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And other alien type of MC's
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So throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman's about to get live
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Like one-two-five
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I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge
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And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker
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