Fuck Da Security Redman

[Verse 1]
Money on my mind, Doc on the grind
I ain't on Billboard tryin' to climb
Gilla on set, don't press rewind
I'm like the thirty-something year old Lebron
Boy I'm fucked up, way past tipsy
Smoke on my lung, Tequila on my kidney
Grown man but I land on the water
So move back before you get caught in the rotor
I'm like a G4 to your General Motors
Y'all take orders, Red in like Otis
Y'all game novice, Doc's a pro
I'm a boss like I married Diana Ross

[Hook]
Roll through the hood like: "Fuck da security!"
Walk in the club like: "Fuck da security!"
Smoke on my blunt like: "Fuck da security!"
If you not the hood type, you need security!

[Bridge]
Now when I do a show
I rely on my bros to pick me up off the flo'
(Fuck da security)
Because I'm too high and drunk from jumpin' up in the crowd
Security like "Fuck you yo!"
(Fuck da security)