Da Bullshit Redman (Ft. Icarus (Rapper))

[Intro: Redman & Icarus]
That bullshit
Ic-Don motherfucker
Da bullshit
Funk Doc motherfucker
Push whips motherfucker
Nah, nah, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker, yo? Haha
Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed homie...
Nah, nah, nah, chill, chill, chill, chill
Nah
Nah, nah, chill nigga, where the weed at?
It's da bullshit, bullshit (PPP nigga)
Yo, where the weed at fellas? What you lightin'?

[Verse 1: Redman & Icarus]
Yo, yo, you muh'fuckers gon' learn
When it come to this shit, I ain't about takin' turns
'Cause Doc's in the place (Uh)
The cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw
Doc unfold niggas 'til they ribs is raw
Whether you up the ball or ride the bench
My pens write with a vengeance and Viagra in (Oh!)
Stay hard like the biceps when it's stacked
I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match
I don't like to sign autographs, half the time
I scribble my name and draw a jackass design
Calvin Kleins balled on the floor
You just got, dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores, ho
I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn
And people at the label I'm on
Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for
When I grub I want the whole smorgasbord
Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts straight
Stop smashin' the five (Rrrr!) and appear in the court dates
I won't ride the bike unless it's C B R
Wit' no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next
I'm still wheel handlin', you die in a ambulance
Block prime scramblin', Glock nine handlin', chk
Duckin' the flows of mind travelin'
You heard it before, you ain't Sunshine Anderson
Got a bomb plantin' and I'm ready fo' mo'
Bitches gettin' in my party, givin' head at the do'
All my niggas and my shorties and, get high in the audience
I carry a gaudy gun (Uh, yeah), you'll die in the audience (Uh)