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REDMAN lyrics - Malpractice

J.U.M.P.

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(feat. George Clinton) [George Clinton] This is the story.. of pro-zen-xanthrapus Pro-zen-ganthrapus.. Funky monkey.. nasty monkey.. gangster monkey.. [Redman] Yo yo, yo, yo.. watch out!! I run New Jerz Got blood on my wifebeater undershirt (look) Hand to hand you bout half a gram I'm a truckload, backin in, under dirt! Lock on target, your wallet Your chains I left stains up, gorilla paw prints Sharp in garments, run out yo' apartment Vampire, wear yo' garlic I beef on the streets (gun jammin) Y'all beef let's meat/meet like Subway sandwiches You have no idea Crackheads furnish your homes like Ikea, over here Bricks, B-R, I, C-K Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK's Who's the one D-O-C Carryin clips for the agents in +The Matrix+ At the Mobil Awards on the podium Cause in high school I hung with custodians Batter-ram your door in Fuck hot, I'm warpin, Doc torturin your Walkman [Chorus: Redman] Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up [Redman] Yo.. I put a dollar in my zipper It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper Back that thang up, same slut Used to hang up, now she brain up I'm like yo (yo) swallow it! Dick new shit spit throat lozenges When I'm off the hit [click-click] Hire security to start joggin with, where your office is I piss on it! Stamp Bricks on it Take your street work, let your bitch pump it I'm your next door tenant, that'll strip you down 'til your barefooted like Eric Bennett Half my brain is still experimentin Doc already gone before the X kick in Yeah, I want my cut like G-Money Stickin the Easter Bunny for sneaker money Now how many muh'fuckers out there is high make some noise (ahhhhhhhhhhh!) I just tried (ahhh) see last night, had two bitches Me last night, so I told them to.. [Chorus: Redman] Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up [George Clinton] The gorilla in the motherfuckin mix They call him Lethal Lip The linguistic full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic Shootin off at the mouth without chap or a blister He got hairs on his funk and didn't flunk diaper rash Gorilla goin postal.. verbally toxic Metal pierced forked and hollow point tongue Dum-dums piled shot from gamblin gorilla gums Hooked on phonics, packin a viscious vocabulary Malicious with malice and mayhem Fuck a gorilla dictionary, Magilla Gorilla talkin to ya Yo-hoooooooo! Sup Brick City T.C., what it be like Yeahhh motherfucker! You got thirty-five seconds to get yo' ass to the flo'

Deadly Combination

BIG L "The Big Picture"
[Ron G - echoing at each break] Yes indeed - it's the mix king - Ron G I got somethin - the world - ain't ready for New York City - L.A. - Chicago - Atlanta D.C. - Detroit - New Orleans, y'all know the deal FLAVA!!!! [Tupac Shakur] Hahahahahaha! Yeah nigga! Yeah.. that's right.. BAYY-BAYY! That's how we do it Follow me tell me if you feel me I think niggaz is tryin to kill me Picturin pistols, spittin hollow points til they drill me Keepin it real, and even if I do conceal my criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin steel See niggaz is false, sittin in court, turned snitches that used to be real, but now they petrified bitches I'm tryin to be strong, they sendin armies out to bomb me Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world til I'm gone Bitches be warned - word is bonb, you'll get torn I'm bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggaz wrong And then it's on, before I leave picture me I'm spittin at punk bitches and hustlin to be free Watch me set it, niggaz don't want it, you can get it Bet it make these jealous niggaz mad I said it This +Thug Life+ nigga, we don't cater to you hoes Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at yo' do', with fo'-fo's.. hahahahaha, yeah nigga! +Thug Life+! [Big L] I be that young Freddie Fly smooth glorious kid A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G. I Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter with more game than Ron Harper The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber While y'all be on the corners bummy and high I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy You wish you was in a position that I'm in Hot rhymin, diamonds shinin, autograph signin My lifestyle is far out Every week bring a different car out I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, UHH cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene Everytime I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream Yeah yeah Big L Harlem's finest, yeah That nigga who hold it down for Uptown [Tupac] Hahahaha, that's how we do it out here on this underground real shit nigga, it's the heat nigga Now rewind this motherfucker, you know you can't help it Deadly combination bwoy!

Ray Ban Vision (Remix)

A-TRAK
[Hook: Cyhi Da Prince] I got ray ban vision, these ain't no prescriptions I see you haters coming niggers Don't Think that I'm slipping I got ray ban vision, I wear when I'm whipping I wear when I'm fucking all my women think I'm trippin I got ray ban vision [x5] This how I'm living, the only time I'm looking you in the eye if we do in bussiness I got ray ban vision [Verse 1: Donnis] Hey I got Ray Ban vision, my bitches think they prescription I'm lookin' fly as fuck, like a GQ subscription You can't see behind them when niggas know that I'm quitin' Cause I'm going on top sour diesel that's as a lemon, lemon No nigger, no this ain't no Gucci shit, wearing with my Louie shit And I got a groupie bitch, who wear him with her Gucci shit She swear that I'm stupid rich cause I got all these ray ban flavors But I favor my all black darth vader I rock them when I'm blockin' haters In something tailored Yes I'm looking dapper if you are inquiring But don't ask me where I get them, when your paid you acquire things I spend high notes like a high school choir scenes That had them admiring, thinking that their style needs firing, damn I ain't mean to get your fired off some fresh shit But my collection's quite impressive [Hook] [Verse 2: Pill] I got my black shades on, Ray Ban on the side Let's hit the bat cave home, Bruce Wayne when I ride So those who robbing, you know I got the carbon 15 like half of 30 leave 'em slaughtered Don't mean to brag but my black shade's fresher Harder than then an all marble dresser Yes sir, I am the professor the teacher of all cool shit Bitches like he look like somebody I went to school with Lenses, blackout, benze to crack house and everybody keep trying to buy ya like Shaq's house Oki-ni, I put my foot out in this outfit, and Ray Bans is something I gotta leave the house with [Hook] [Verse 3: Danny Brown] Ray ban vision, can you see me mami? Making bitches out of paper like origami Pussy on tsunami, they slaught a salami The bitches pussy kicking like I heard a march of Nazi's I get hand me down shirts from Liberace You kiss bitches that's in to Bukake And they modern day ferrow? Quick bow and arrows That shoots sparrows in a 3 six barrels Like we have your tongue when at time and yells at Christmas carol I fuck bitches out of America Apparel So they hit me to skeet skeet and get drugged out and your weed got seeds like a major league dugout Smoke two blunts, drunk a blue ribbon Now she call that cab and her fucking panties missing When she hit the door there was no kissing Never see me again, I got ray ban vision!

Jump Up

BENZINO "Benzino Project"
(feat. Raekwon, Cormega, Superb) [Superb] Aiyyo, this a perv, yo [Cormega] Yo, son there's bitches in there [Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, the coaches, aiight then [Hook: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at (what!) Where my bitches at (what!) Bartender where the liquor at [Raekwon] Aiyyo, seven thick ribs nigga, check out my man He got braids and with bread break ape on your grave We from the gutta niggas, chest sputta what up Fuckin with us or get you cut up, matta fact get'cha mutha Cause I ain't fo real fo real, don't play games and I'm ill I'm just a business man who love getting niggas killed Smell my satiate smell keys, that shit's like deodorant, daddy I like maglees for other reasons Run with niggas that love paper We let the youngest niggas get rich and mow them like makeup You can lex 'Zino and Benzino together That's priceless to put our pay together, niggas by Lexus Straight out the ghetto niggas is pussy To even fuck with us that'll be the day a white nigga mush me Straight up, two-thousand is mine Heavy lines, heavy guns, big-ass Chevy's, we make niggas shine [Hook: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at (what!) Where my bitches at (what!) Bartender where the liquor at Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at (what!) [Benzino] Black shells, scuba style, sonar, I go deep Rip lungs outta jaws, flawless, I don't sleep The fast and furious, Yokohama twin jets Black and white bagettes, I'm duckin feds Hydro-plane, hydro-foil blow hydro Smooth gotho, Ray, its aiight I got those I got this, son I spotless Frozen watches, belts wit the notches Bitches topless, three-way manages, Motorola holder Break bread with Motola, take advice colder (aiight!) Kedar knock-areano, Motown soldier I thought I told ya lil' double Ray'll ghost ya Double row, parvin, three-sixty rubber band Ice me Apalla then three shave frozen hand Dark shadow, my shit gleam in the shade Watch 'Zino flow, fuck the Macy's parade [Hook 2x: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at (what!) Where my bitches at (what!) Bartender where the liquor at [Cormega] Yo, broke far from it, coke, sold a lot of it Flow off the meter, let me know if y'all want it Son, the life of problems and guns, so silence her, son Bugs Bunny Icebergs and Air Force One's I paint a picture listen up you become part of the song When I slow my first young a new saga begun Unaware, I would become a nemesis for livin in this Drug dealin life, smoked niggas and bitches with plugs Never been a snitch, I'm not built like that I'm real, that's why we not feelin you like that I'm the ghetto manifested in words When I die, niggas'll point a valuable lesson I learn Whether OG or adolescent in the presence ashurn OT or O-key handlin birds Like Dominique I feel I deserve respect I earn Mega is a word we all protect with words, holla [Hook 2x: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at (what!) Where my bitches at (what!) Bartender where the liquor at

The Jump Up

BENZINO "Benzino Project"
(feat. Raekwon, Cormega, Superb) [Superb] Aiyyo, this a perv, yo [Cormega] Yo, son there's bitches in there? [Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, the coaches, aiight then [Hook: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at? (what!) Where my bitches at? (what!) Bartender where the liquor at? [Raekwon] Aiyyo, seven thick ribs nigga, check out my man He got braids and with bread break ape on your grave We from the gutta niggas, chest sputta what up Fuckin with us or get you cut up, matta fact get'cha mutha Cause I ain't fo real fo real, don't play games and I'm ill I'm just a business man who love getting niggas killed Smell my satiate smell keys, that shit's like deodorant, daddy I like maglees for other reasons Run with niggas that love paper We let the youngest niggas get rich and mow them like makeup You can lex 'Zino and Benzino together That's priceless to put our pay together, niggas by Lexus Straight out the ghetto niggas is pussy To even fuck with us that'll be the day a white nigga mush me Straight up, two-thousand is mine Heavy lines, heavy guns, big-ass Chevy's, we make niggas shine [Hook: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at? (what!) Where my bitches at? (what!) Bartender where the liquor at? Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at? (what!) [Benzino] Black shells, scuba style, sonar, I go deep Rip lungs outta jaws, flawless, I don't sleep The fast and furious, Yokohama twin jets Black and white bagettes, I'm duckin feds Hydro-plane, hydro-foil blow hydro Smooth gotho, Ray, its aiight I got those I got this, son I spotless Frozen watches, belts wit the notches Bitches topless, three-way manages, Motorola holder Break bread with Motola, take advice colder (aiight!) Kedar knock-areano, Motown soldier I thought I told ya lil' double Ray'll ghost ya Double row, parvin, three-sixty rubber band Ice me Apalla then three shave frozen hand Dark shadow, my shit gleam in the shade Watch 'Zino flow, fuck the Macy's parade [Hook 2x: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at? (what!) Where my bitches at? (what!) Bartender where the liquor at? [Cormega] Yo, broke far from it, coke, sold a lot of it Flow off the meter, let me know if y'all want it Son, the life of problems and guns, so silence her, son Bugs Bunny Icebergs and Air Force One's I paint a picture listen up you become part of the song When I slow my first young a new saga begun Unaware, I would become a nemesis for livin in this Drug dealin life, smoked niggas and bitches with plugs Never been a snitch, I'm not built like that I'm real, that's why we not feelin you like that I'm the ghetto manifested in words When I die, niggas'll point a valuable lesson I learn Whether OG or adolescent in the presence ashurn OT or O-key handlin birds Like Dominique I feel I deserve respect I earn Mega is a word we all protect with words, holla [Hook 2x: Superb] Jump up in the party like (what!) Where my niggas at? (what!) Where my bitches at? (what!) Bartender where the liquor at?

21 And Under

Tha Alkaholiks "Coast II Coast"
Intro: Tash ( Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop - repeat 12X) Hello Let me tell ya about the Liks See it *echoes* say it *echoes* Ah, yo Verse One: Tash I walked into a store I stepped straight to the freezer I grabbed some forty ounces and a few Bacardi Breezers I threw em on the counter then I went to find some chips I'm thinkin bout this bitch I'm bout to visit with the hips I asked the counter person for the biggest box of Trojans Cause when I be onthe pussy I cause nuclear explosions He put them in my bad, totalled up my sums He said, That comes to thirteen dollars, but I didn't have no ones I gave him twenty, in walked some shorties Eyes beemin red headed straight for the forties Five foot three wannabe Tupac's They asked the man behind the counter for the Newport boxes They stole some cans cause the man couldn't see em Cause he busy tryin to tell em next time he'll ID em One was starin at me, then suddenly it hit him That's that nigga from the Liks let's crack the forties with him They gave me daps they said I freak my raps They said they homey got some flows and twist off the beer caps Halfway finished, I asked em what their ages Cause they lookin like, they barely out the puberty stages Fifteen, sixteen, one was too embarrased He said they started drinkin fuckin around and went to Terrace It wasn't long before the forties was gone So as I turned around I told my young niggaz to stay strong Because no matter how you scan it you're the future of the planet You don't wanna be a rapper cause it's drainin entertainin too much strainin on your brain, I told em they don't need it They hit me with a card and said, Call us if you wanna gt weeded, yeah sixteen years old Hangin out drinkin forties in the East Columbus cold As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow They all turned around and said, You ain't shit Rico! Chorus: J-Ro, Tash Can I send this out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice Three times, for my niggaz bust the rhymes So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times As we send it out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice When the Liks is in the house we let you know like yo! If you hit me with a forty black I hit you with a flow Verse Two: J-Ro It was a Friday night, house party goin on At my homies house, from dusk til dawn Blunts in the air plus kegs of brew Some half naked-bitches gettin pushed in the pool [In the corner was the DJ, gettin nice Feelin that shit, off the Alehze and ice] I only had one mic, now imagin A gang of drunk MC's who wanna start rappin One grabbed the mic and held on too long ( ...baby I'm on the mic, and I'm on the mic... *crowd boos* When I'm on the mic [Pass the mic god damn nigga] doin what I like, and when I'm on the mic... ) Push came to shove *bang* now he's gone That's what happens when the liquor does your thinkin So keep this in mind when you're out there drinkin Chorus: Tash, J-Ro Outro: J-Ro, Tash And I'm out, time to get busy As we flow up out this piece I ain't even mad, I ain't even mad I ain't even mad at y'all It's the Alkaholiks... Yo yo, mic check one two one two Transmittin live through the headphones, you know how we do it low budget style For all MC's in the houe I know how you feel I know you feelin the vibe right about now Crackin the forty, sittin in the car, or at the club bobbin your head to this album But yo, we gonna give you, we gonna give you a second to catch wreck Go ahead, get your freestyle on and you don't have to be twenty-one rock that shit

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