Rollin’ Redman

Nineteen ninety mother fuckin six
Pack that shit up
Get the motherfuckin Squad packed
We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is bond
Test the crew with the guns and let's get this shit on

[Verse 1]
Whyyyyy must I be like that?
Whyyyyy must I pack the gat?
All my loud, niggas be rollin with the ruckus
Ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz
Heard P.P.P. and L.O.D. is a bunch of crazy motherfuckers
Journey to the land is on
The winner of the spittin bomb marathon
The fuck you up lyrathon, whatever you choose
Prepare to lose that title
Turn a vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my Uncles
Who started smokin weed outta bibles
Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle
Men-estration cycles, I give bitches
Bring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitches
Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow
Bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your ho
I keep it rollin...

I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet