Redman Meets Reggie Noble Lyrics by Redman

Redman Meets Reggie Noble Lyrics

    Rrrrahhhhh! look out! you musta got hit with some bullshit!
    Yo, where at?
    Smack dab across your lips, can you talk?
    Ahm ahh ill uhh ahm no em no menna no vat
    Yo-ye-yo redman, what the fuck was that?
    I don't know but it's on my top lip
    Don't crack jokes, and pop shit
    Just get it off my top lip
    Or reggie, you can drop kid
    Oah-ok be still chill, i'm gettin it off your grill
    Wha-what was it?
    Some of that pussy you ate this mornin from that bitch jill
    Yeah
    But c'mon, check it
    Motherfuckin right
    Let's get busy on this record
    So we can make the dough
    Shit
    And make girls like kiki shepard get naked
    On the strength!
    Party with machine and oprah winfr'
    First class tickets, hotel bitches puffin mad blunts
    Blunts?
    Blunts
    Blunts don't don't rhyme with oprah winfr' troop
    Who cares what rhymes with it long as the funk pump through my benz truck
    Now you know you don't own a benz
    Yes i do and chrome's the trim
    Black with a system when it's hittin i'm pullin mad skins
    With olde e sittin in between my lap
    And when brothers act up, a gun machine i pack
    The original p-funk, got the jewels trunk, a funker
    When i'm sexin, my bad is bigger than any buster's
    Like max and..
    Wait wait wait, could we get on with the tape?
    Lights, camera, hahh, action
    Welcome to red's tape, may i take your order?
    It's a slaughter if you order the hit without the water
    And then swallow without the damn water to follow
    You might be doin the stupid dance and win a grand at the apollo
    Whatchu know?
    I'm rough, snap necks, drink olde e, but crack beck's
    That ain't what you told me last week
    Wreck anything that's wet, when i have sex
    For instance, i mix with, a style that make you shit bricks
    Tsk tsk, i'm musically gifted, to rip it
    That's bullshit yo
    Um-shat-lot, red got crazy knots
    And knots in the pots, got props from here to george washington bridge
    I get biz, i use hats, so no kids
    Fuck, i took out more suckers, than a..
    Hold up! i don't think i can freak the funk like that
    I might have to nap, because my afro is like shaft
    Puffy, fade it quite lovely and to snuff me
    Get your gang, cause i'm fightin with more power than chuck d
    Chuck d from public enemy?
    Yeah he's a friend of me
    The one that say "brothers and sisters?"
    Yeah but he's no kin to me
    I'm strictly negro, i freak the style and there it goes
    Boom!
    If a stitch in time saves nine, then i got shit sewed
    Put pins in needles, and needles in pins
    A happy man is a happy man, that, when i'm hittin skins
    Fuck skins, i'm hittin puss when it's gush
    Then eat it when the puss is well cooked
    Look!
    Up in the air?
    No the cab
    Who's in the cab? whut thee??!!
    It's superman!! why?
    Because it's hot as a motherfucker out here

    Oh word, you bet i'm gettin the fuck out of here man
    Yeah me too
    Oh i forgot to tell you willya called for you
    Willya who?
    Willya suck my dihhhhhk!
    Aiyyo fuck you!
    *laughing*
    Big nose bitch!
    I hate your stupid ass
    You a stupid motherfucker!

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