Redman

Redman - Rock Da Spot songtekst

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Hah  aiyyo hah hah
 Aiyyo aiyyo  hah hah
 Nahnah  aiyyo  aiyyo
 Damn
 I'm the bomb  ringin off all types alarms
 My palms  be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's
 Aggravated assault  against an MC
 Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees
 It's mad real in Da Bricks  plus I roll thick
 You can quote this  I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness
 Bitch  walk the walk if you talk the talk
 I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York
 I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one
 With a tape deck, if it's feasible
 Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe
 But I get you souped when I rock respect due
 I'sa nice nigga that wanna get diced
 Slice the mic device like the body of Christ twice
 E Double if you feel me hit me once
 (A breaker one, a breaker two)
 Cause trouble to you family and friends
 Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends
 Got caught out there cause you a Mack without 10
 Punch you in your chin
 The rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay
 cooler than a double L
 Turn a felony to a misdemeanor
 Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner
 Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap
 Blunt, grabbin my weiner

 Now first of all I go for broke
 Check the third quarter note, I make you feel like your water broke
 Can't tell whether male or female
 I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell
 All aboard my balls, cause my dick don't got a lot of room
 for the rest of y'all
 Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight
 Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo'
 bitch, about nine inch up the clit
 Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em shit
 I shines MC's up for auction
 So I can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away
 Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down
 and turn into an ass-kicking holiday
 Word, I rolls with the Funklord
 With more flavors than them motherfuckers on
 them Benetton billboards
 He's bleeding get the gauze
 He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for
 Push the clip in, slide the top back
 Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract
 Shit like that get me vexed
 So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's

 Hah-hah
 One deuce! One deuce
 Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture
 So you won't forget the, black Jack the Ripper
 Sorceror offin y'all with techniques
 A universal lingo, with the odd speaks
 Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak
 Smokin that leak at full peak
 Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique
 College radio, no I mack shit like Maceo
 Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver
 I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver
 Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw
 Shit you never seen before
 So when you come inside, and do the front
 Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run
 Relax your minds, let your concious be free
 And get money, and G's and roll these trees

 ...
 This is DJ SAYWHAT?? on this motherfucker.
 Comin to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City.
 (continued on Welcome
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Auteur: Chris Martin (6), Christopher Wallace, Erick Sermon, Reggie Noble, Robert Kelly (8), Tyrone Fyffe

Componist: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels Recordings

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Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: languages.aa

Komt voor op: Muddy Waters (1996)

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