[Basically] (24X)
[Verse 1]
Aw shit! Hey dudes my interludes
More fatter than most niggas LPs, so don't sell me the stale cheese
I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama
Puffing on ganja, sipping on a, Cherry Bianca (Ahhhhhh)
My grand finale's like an alley when it's rowdy
Kick more bars than the penile G and let my nine cock loudly
Click click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka, what am I do to ya?
It's something new to ya, like screwing ya, all over my studi-ah
Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties (Huh)
That quickly I hooked you, now fix me with your lips bi
-atch, unloosen my belt thinking to grab the crotch
But before you do move my Glock before it shoot my cock
[Bridge]
And see basically them trick bitches get no dough (Word)
And see basically Redman album is no joke (Word)
And see basically I don't get caught up at my label (Word)
Cause I kill when they fuck with food on my dinner table (Word)
[Verse 2]
I drop a punchline at lunchtime, cause I'm a Close Encounter
Of the None Kind with dumb rhymes, I battle all of y'all at one time (Huh)
So fuck all you fools out there with the large vocabulary
In your sentence, I don't need that shit to pay my rent with (Huh)
And to the nosey stink-ass hoes I ask you
Why you be acting all fly when your monkey-ass work at fast food?
And why is it every time that a multi-platinum artist
Always use the underground to make a comeback?
Is it fair to the hardcore niggas that rap?
That don't give a fuck about the radio plus the next bitch at that?
And being hardcore is not about wearing high-tech boots and black skully hats
And making fake-ass frowns because your best buddy packs
[Verse 1]
Aw shit! Hey dudes my interludes
More fatter than most niggas LPs, so don't sell me the stale cheese
I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama
Puffing on ganja, sipping on a, Cherry Bianca (Ahhhhhh)
My grand finale's like an alley when it's rowdy
Kick more bars than the penile G and let my nine cock loudly
Click click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka, what am I do to ya?
It's something new to ya, like screwing ya, all over my studi-ah
Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties (Huh)
That quickly I hooked you, now fix me with your lips bi
-atch, unloosen my belt thinking to grab the crotch
But before you do move my Glock before it shoot my cock
[Bridge]
And see basically them trick bitches get no dough (Word)
And see basically Redman album is no joke (Word)
And see basically I don't get caught up at my label (Word)
Cause I kill when they fuck with food on my dinner table (Word)
[Verse 2]
I drop a punchline at lunchtime, cause I'm a Close Encounter
Of the None Kind with dumb rhymes, I battle all of y'all at one time (Huh)
So fuck all you fools out there with the large vocabulary
In your sentence, I don't need that shit to pay my rent with (Huh)
And to the nosey stink-ass hoes I ask you
Why you be acting all fly when your monkey-ass work at fast food?
And why is it every time that a multi-platinum artist
Always use the underground to make a comeback?
Is it fair to the hardcore niggas that rap?
That don't give a fuck about the radio plus the next bitch at that?
And being hardcore is not about wearing high-tech boots and black skully hats
And making fake-ass frowns because your best buddy packs
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