*woman moans*
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[E Dub] Microphone check one two
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Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?
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[Red] Yo, whateva man
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[E Dub] You ready to get drunk as fuck?
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[Red] Whateva man
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[E Dub] You, you sayin somethin?
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[Red] Whateva man
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[E Dub] Aiyyo
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[Red] Whateva man
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[E Dub] Check it, Kool V
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(I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin
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Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)
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Verse One: Redman, Sermon
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Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you
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I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
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Hard far from commercial
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(So what cha mean nigga)
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We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
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In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
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From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
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Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks
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Aiyyo, can I be SWV?
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You the One nigga
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Rap Shogun, yes E the one
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Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz
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Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger
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Yo give me dap nigga
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What I clap lyrically tap call back
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Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse
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So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map
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I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
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Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
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Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
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Your boombox better form a union
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Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond
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Niggaz front like they want it
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But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted
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Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin
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So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin
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Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician
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of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in
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But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin
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I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches
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that's Masters like the Furious Five
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I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog
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(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this
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*woman moaning* (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)
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[Sermon and Red harmonizing]
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[Red] Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?
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[E Dub] Whateva man
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[Red] You ready to knock this nigga out?
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[E Dub] Whateva man
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[Red] Yo, you ready to get this chedda?
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[E Dub] Whateva man
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[Red] You ready to start this shit off?
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[E Dub] Whateva man
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Verse Two: Redman
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I smoked with a lot of college, students
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Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it
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You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent
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I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
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Bigger they come, harder they fall
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That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
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I lit my first L before I started to crawl
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I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl
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But things changed since I was twelve years old
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I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes
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Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha
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Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
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Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch
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I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch
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Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got
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Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher
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[Red] You ready to roll this weed up?
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[E Dub] Whateva man
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[Red] You ready to rob this niga?
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[E Dub] Whateva man
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[Red] You ready to fuck bitch?
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[E Dub] Whateva man
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[Red] You ready to guzzle this liquor?
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[E Dub] Whateva man
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(E Dub harmonizing again)
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Whateva Man
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Redman |