RED

[Redman]

I said y'all niggaz can't come in here tonight P,P,P

Get out of here I'm the bouncer here tonight

[Verse 1]

Your boys are out numbered so plan tomorrow

While I do the wild thing like I'm Sam Labardo

My crew is grimy enough to ride in cargo

Cause brick city beef with more people than y'all bro

(A yo dogg what up)

Yo the cold is coming

So I be up all night like my toilet runnin'

As a little boy was know for spoiling somethin'

Now it's like fuck you

It will be brawl or nothing

(Hit the streets 4 in the morning)

To run you over

The beef we love the steam and cooked in okra

Bitchs in the bricks slit the throats of both ya'

Walk on T.V live hooking off on Opera

I aint buff but got nough' muscle to fight

I aint a dog but got enough hustle tonight

Here's the facts to you punks

And the message is

When you buy guns invest in extra clips

Ahhhhhhh!

[Verse 2]

When he went inside the club I flattened his wheels

DUI drug addict and I'm back at the wheel

You happened to feel

This amphibian rappish and back at the gills

From back at the hill (chill, chill, chill)

It's me on the nine to nine

Crashed it

Now my sores on the eye-a-dine

Po po found the dro but no firearm

Cause I look shady like sun visor blind

Dangerous I leave a smell

That's why the sign read "Don't feed the whale"

Doc like +Adabisi+, "I need the bail"

Cause I keep my weed locked in the +OZ+ as well

Yo what I look like a kid to you?

I'm like +Bishop+ gunnin' down my friends in +Juice+

Brick dogg and I'm out to defend my food

So fuck the media with the middle tooth (tooth, tooth, tooth)

[Verse 3]

Now just through your hands up in the motherfuckin' sky

Da dirt always bubble pour peroxide

You see? Thought I lied

Nah dogg the truth

I set marine out like my car waterproof

You niggaz break day and still y'all broke

You minus well get a job use the time to vote

I rode crocked like my benz with alignment broke

So it's like surprise!

With that five behind my coat

(So what the fuck you want!?!)

Yo I see the problem twin

The 38 special need revolvin'

Invasion like moving BET to Harlem

What are your fly whips and no keys to start em'

Yo I open the doa' *door* (Open the doa' yo)

I'm smokin' the dro' (smokin' the dro' yo)

Bitch get out of line (get out of line)

Smackin the hoe (smackin' the hoe)

Ahhhhh!