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REDMAN lyrics - Muddy Waters

Chicken Head Convention (Skit)

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Ahwhattup y'all Live, WFDS At the fucked up Chicken Head Convention Nationwide, Jones Beach, all the boroughs is representin We got the big weaves, the big shoes, bad attitudes Huh, it's on and POPPIN out this motherfucka Well this is Nik D, hood broken to the end tell a friend beyatch And we gon check in with these here chickens Yo shorty, um excuse me, could you tell me your name I'm buggin out buggin out buggin out yo whassup! Pedaddaddi, aiyyyyy!! Oh, shorty, chill chill see, understand, I'm just tryin to interview Dayaaaaamm!! Yeah no, nah fuhreal doe, check it out check it out, one second Tell me... why they call you, a chickenhead Ahh I understand Niggaz be callin me a motherfuckin chickenhead cause I be goin to the store wearin that same grapefruit t-shirt I had on before, and diggin up my ass, my nose Heh, ah yeah, I see how you get down And the whole nine, my boggle you can kiss my chicken ass I'ma go over here and step to the next chicken head Ahh excuse me, shorty, right there, you, yeah you C'mere, tell me... why are you, at the chicken head convention I mean, where you comin from Girl let me tell you I just came from the mall, boostin my motherfuckin ass off Look at all I got here all in this bag Damn! Mad DKNY, Moskino, they got it all girl, they got it all *horn honking* [Redman] Yo c'mon bitch, you know I gotta go! Bring your motherfuckin ass on! Nigga, your man, girl Damn, here he go! [Redman] Always runnin your mouth *car door slams* Anyway umm, I'ma step on over here *car peels out* to the silver jewelry booth Mad chicken heads over there, them bitches swear they fly...

Feel The Vibe

Frankie Cutlass "Politics Bullshit"
featuring Doo Wop Fat Joe Intro: Boriqua. Yeah ah Flip Squad yeah ah Fat Joe. Yeah ah Doo Wop. Set it off nigga. Doo Wop: If your Puerto Rican and you know it clap your hands (clap clap) If your Puerto Rican and you know it clap your hands (clap clap) If your black spanish white whatever Everybody clap your hands And it's the Puerto Rican rebel Crank up the treble Pump up the bass Doo Wop goin' ape The kid from the tape What's Goin' On What's Goin' On Fat Joe: Niggas can't deal with the real WORD IS BORN Doo Wop: My nigga Joe good lookin' check it my title was never tooken From San Juan to Brooklyn I am the undefeated, undisputed eat cootchie fiend it Every time I gets Buddhed Sip Corona with Mona the bitch from Myona I didn't bone her (why?) cause she's a blood doner And you know about the virus Fuck 5-0 Doo Woop is New York's Finest DJ slash MC competition envy Cause I bounce in each and every Benzy Check me with Frankie Cutlass Uh Boriquas On Da Set motherfuckers Hook: Mic check Boriquas on da set You ain't get no ends in mi casa -Method Man from 'Method Man' Fat Joe: YEAH guess who comes out the camp The undisputed heavy weight Bronx champ Niggas know the time niggas know the deal Niggas know that nigga Fat Joe is mad real Check it who wants to disrespect it Iraq connect I take your life in a sec (boom boom) Fuck around now you Snaggle Pusses foe Flip it in spanish and be like ?mamma man lecho? It's the illest nigga fromt he BOOGIE DOWN Represent everyday with the FOUR POUND Rap aggressor, MC stresser Whenever horny I'm fuckin' bitches on my dresser Even downtown white boys recognize Fat Joe number one yo it ain't no surprise I'm rippin' mics for days to days And I plan to Be Around like Frankie Beverly and Maze Fat Joe on the track with Frankie Cutlass Yo bring ont he motherfuckin' ruckus Hook

You Already Know

LIL' BOW WOW "Beware Of Dog"
[Intro] x2 Uh huh Uh huh, Uh Yeah Money Bow Wow, So So To The Def Yeah... You Already Know Two thou, Bow Wow [Bow Wow] I'm a young player with his dough right (you already know) A young player with his flow right (you already know) I'm from the home where ? blow (you already know) Ain't gotta say ? to play girl (you already know) Blow man with a chunk rex (you already know) You aint never nobody like this (you already know) And ? I run with (you already know) And have hit after hit after (you already know) Big rock shot gun girl (you already know) (? To ?) drop when i got one (you already know) Now all I wanna to do is see your hands (you already know) Oh, and make everbody dance girl (you already know) I like girls with somethin in the trunk (you already know) Bow Wow, teacher of the funk (you already know) So you can walk or you could ride (you already know) Cause this is so so def for life and lets go... [Chorus] x2 I ain't gonna front yeah, I'm about the mon-ey I ain't gonna front, I gotta keep my flow I ain't gonna front, yea I'm all about the honeys When they shake shake bounce, you already know [Bow Wow] Bout to change the face of this game huh? (you already know) Since age 8 doin' thangs huh? (you already know) And Tite when see ya'll gotta watch (you already know) Seein making more than your pops ha? (you already know) All them big thangs we about (you already know) A little dog, but I'm thugged out (you already know) I keep it comin, never let up (you already know) Who got your girls head messed up? (you already know) Ain't no droughts stayed workin (you already know) Six hundred cut with the curtain (you already know) Who's the millenium thriller? Me............. Huh, I'm a natural born killer , B (you already know) It's the new dog on the loose huh? (you already know) Tryin' to stop, made no use huh? (you already know) Odds is blood-shot red heart full of burn, its my turn (you already know) Let's Go Chorus 4X {*scratching: Snoop Dog saying 'Bow Wow Yippie Yo'*}

Jane 5

EPMD "Back in Business"
[Parrish Smith] Haircut, like Anita Baker Murder?/Yeah murder one son, for the death of Jane (repeat 4X) Aiyyo they came to my jail cell, and let me go on technicalities The girl that got merked it wasn't Jane it was fuckin Valerie The prostitute from downtown, we checked the dental records Found her butt naked, and on the side EPMD record Two hours later on Greyhound, on my way now Peeped the shorty up front, starin wants to play now Set gets laid out, she black, draws the gat Screamin 'lay flat' then bust a cap as she walk back Remain cool, I want the money quality jewels And anybody breakin these rules they get two's This is a jack, pass the money back, no eye contact Relax, and keep quiet and pass the bag back to my accomplice, havin no nonsense That's when another girl pushed up, white girl on some calm shit Thinkin quick that's when the hammer went click An off-duty P.O., licked off and touched first bitch, she fell Hit the floor, she was leakin My partner cock back, blast, one woman started screamin Who's next? Who wanna flex? Cop in the seat wet Licked another shot off, hit the driver then the bus tipped Shit's thick, that's when she grabbed me took me hostage Told me 'snatch the bags and don't fuck with my props kid' Pistol still smokin, she kicked the fuckin door open Bus on it's side wheels spinnin, with the engine smokin Runnin on the shoulders, she put the gat in the holster Played it cool, and never lost my composure As screamin soldier got closer, I followed her to the drop point, she took the leads off a Range Rover and passed me the keys, proceeded to roll trees Shorty gained her silence, guess what was in the CD And as I did the knowledge the Jeep raised from the hydraulic I'm thinkin, Could this be Jane as my co-pilot? Time to activate, JANE on the license plate Pushin ninety-five with no headlights, on the interstate Murder?/Yeah murder one son for the death of Jane (repeat 8X)

Y'all Gone Miss Me

Snoop Doggy Dog "Tha Last Meal"
{*fades in*} .. {y'all gone miss me} Yeah y'all gone miss me {*harmonizing*} Never miss what you had 'til it's gone Yeah, y'all gone miss me {y'all gone miss me} Yeah, y'all gone miss me [Snoop Dogg] Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it? Showed you how to tie a flag on your head and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee Check my styles, check my files I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth Keep it gangbang 100 proof E'rybody say, 'Ay Snoop' - did Death Row pay me? Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies [Chorus: KoKane] Rain-drops, falling on my head Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed [Snoop Dogg] Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease) I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?) Windows on tint, ridin like the President It's evident, shit I'm doin good (yeah) I moved out the hood like I should (say what?) And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?) But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood 20 Crip don't slip, yeah it's all to the good Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say? Oh the homies might get me? They'll get you Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin [Chorus w/ variations] [Snoop Dogg] Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers Bonafied killers The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof) and buckin two shots at the devil Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass Remember my name and remember my face Remember these words, and remember the taste And remember, we all gotta leave this place I'm tryin to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game The Rap Prime Minister, 'Mr. G Thang' [Chorus Two: KoKane] Rain-drops, fallin on my head Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head Messin with my ba-by, who's sleepin in my bed {*harmonizing to fade with interjections of 'y'all gone miss me'*}

U.n.i. Verse At War (Feat. Common)

THE ROOTS
Intro: Common Yeah, U.N.I.Verse at war U.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse) at war motherfucker We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war) Illadelph, you know how we get down You know the business (Illtown illanoid) Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category) Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com) Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it) Chorus: 2X When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War) And your verse at core, for what you thought before Steppin up into a zone you should never explore The next level or, level of the whole conceptor Verse One: Check it, rappers Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes Sounding like hoes Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh War, going on between the West and the East of the land, niggaz don't own a piece Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living Beware, the new world order, the devil's new religion Sent my homey to the number two division Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga my brother Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik So don't Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep Verse Two: Yo, enter the last era Your scholarship into the world of politics and mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer The Ace Ventura into the horror Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border I'll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura Plus you're a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes and mortalize, my image hit the skies Deceive the devil in disguise My music I parenthesize Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I'm thinkin fast like drama Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy or history of the family, the fifth dynasty For humanity, to bear witness to this Del-val-syllable stylist You know the time kid Chorus 2X Verse Three: Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I'm bustin back at it The Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automatic Mic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have it The turn of the century, the planet's like a penitentiary exaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicated I Used to Love but now she violated Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated They outdated and incarcerated Loved and appreciated hated and very debated For every career created was eliminated And that's the way the balance of yin and yang related Verse Four: Common As the block is de-vine Niggaz swing on in a safari Wild niggaz, like I'm high on latari Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening Business in places for you to cash your check My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain't all bad You can live in the burbs, and still get had The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake They tryin to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate Call each other cuz cause of how we relate I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate Harmonizing through beeper and reefer The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper Chorus 4X

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