Blow Your Mind (Remix) Redman
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[Intro]
Ahem, hit me
Yeah
It's goin down
What's goin down?
Yo, yo, yo, Reggie Noble, drop that beat in, ha
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Give it to me, give it to me
[Verse 1]
Ahh, look out, it's the Funkadelic funk for chumps
Who don't be knowin' my name, I tear the frame out ya punks
I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip
I get biz with the skit, I DJ like Quik
The top-notch of the block 'cause I carry a Glock
Holy hot rocks, I'm hot, so give up the props
My style is hummin' comin' at ya, duck or get backed up
Dispatcher (Red, get freaky to the rapture)
So come on, light the buddha, check your honey while I scoop her
The Superfly Jimmy Fly Snuka rips the roof off
Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one-two
It's you (Ahh), funky fresh in the flesh, troop
Come on and get down and boogie-oogie with the roughneck
Hit women like Madonna all the way down to Smurfette
But first get your tables, I roast your whole record label, kid
Yo, Red (Whassup, G?), bridge
Ahem, hit me
Yeah
It's goin down
What's goin down?
Yo, yo, yo, Reggie Noble, drop that beat in, ha
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
Give it to me, give it to me
[Verse 1]
Ahh, look out, it's the Funkadelic funk for chumps
Who don't be knowin' my name, I tear the frame out ya punks
I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip
I get biz with the skit, I DJ like Quik
The top-notch of the block 'cause I carry a Glock
Holy hot rocks, I'm hot, so give up the props
My style is hummin' comin' at ya, duck or get backed up
Dispatcher (Red, get freaky to the rapture)
So come on, light the buddha, check your honey while I scoop her
The Superfly Jimmy Fly Snuka rips the roof off
Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one-two
It's you (Ahh), funky fresh in the flesh, troop
Come on and get down and boogie-oogie with the roughneck
Hit women like Madonna all the way down to Smurfette
But first get your tables, I roast your whole record label, kid
Yo, Red (Whassup, G?), bridge
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