Hold Dis Blaow! Redman

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!

[Hook]
You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
Real street niggas ain't havin that shit
You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
Real street niggas ain't havin that shit
You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
Real street niggas ain't havin that shit
You could hold dis BLAOW! And niggas is, nig'
And niggas is gettin smoked G, believe me
You could hold dis BLAOW!