Red's Gone Wild [gun cocks]

 

[ad libs for next 14 seconds]

 

[Redman:]

Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six

I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit

Gilla nigga, and we abide by the blueprint

We ain't all loud, holla and whoopin

Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nuttin

You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin

I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy

And even for that cake I'll fuck Lil' Debbie

Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore

Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore

Get shut down! Yeah, knock your mans off

Wouldn't trade places if you [?] or Randolph

Shorty shorty, give me that body

Start a riot 'til security on the walkie

Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin

Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it!

 

[Chorus:]

You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)

Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit

You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)

Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit

You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)

Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit

You could hold dis BLAOW! And niggaz is, nig'

And niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me

You could hold dis BLAOW!

 

[Redman:]

Gilla House foundation (yeah)

Gilla House foundation (aww yeah)

Gilla House foundation (thorough niggaz - no, NO!)

Gilla House foundation (monkey niggaz)

 

Yo, Gilla nigga, era, fuck you, pay me

Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key

It's like Janet, "What Have You Done for Me, Lately?"

Nuttin, I blew up, you try to inflate me

Dawg, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud

End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood

So when you get here show a whole lot of love

Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a shrub

I don't condone, I got kids to relate to

"Redman Gone Wild" – hear the new debut

Fox fired a nigga, boy that's great news

Now I'm back in the, hood like Grey Goose

Who gon' stop me? I'm razor sharp

With Gilla niggaz frontline, and Jay the boss

Y'all chicken ass niggaz blood made of broth

But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New York

So all you West Coast niggaz, get that money

Cause these Brick City dudes get that money

It's gonna be, one pussy that'll act funny

("Yo I'm gon' get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin")

Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy[?]

I'm fucked up, I slipped my own self a mickie

Doin dirty, I'm triple-X/"XXX" like Vin Dies'

Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy's

Shorty shorty, give me that body

Start a riot 'til security on the walkie

Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin

Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it!

 

[Chorus: w/ ad libs]

 

[Outro:]

Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla

Yeah, Gilla niggaz

(Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla)

Thorough niggaz

Monkey niggaz [BLAM]