Winicumuhround Lyrics by Redman

Winicumuhround Lyrics

    The hype's got me, I knock em out the box then out socks
    Cause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks
    My block...'s hot, so gimme all you got
    When I'm done rockin, I leave you all doin the Bus Stop
    My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak
    I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback
    Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast em like cookouts
    I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books out
    Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye
    Starvin since the days of Kindergarten
    When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards
    Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks
    And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong
    I'm Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb
    I'm like the Bronx, cuz I Boogie Down
    I'm representin Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround

    Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget
    (Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it
    The top, notch, look over your sess spots
    Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops
    Burn more steam than carpet cleaners
    I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor
    Boom-bash I set it off (right right)
    I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights
    My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and
    The funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbin
    I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up
    Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter
    Are you tuned in to my tunes it's boom
    Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom
    I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum
    Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker

    The way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check
    I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz
    With a pad and a pen I blend funky images
    That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and
    three years move along there's nothing to see here
    If I wasn't nice motherfucker I wouldn't be here
    Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket
    Def Squad's in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT
    Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang
    The sound makes your brains wet
    with The Color Purple on a freight train
    The devil's the conductor
    Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers
    My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn
    I'm more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian
    Don't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's
    And other alien type of MC's
    So throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman's about to get live
    Like one-two-five
    I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge
    And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker

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