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REDMAN lyrics - Muddy Waters

Pick It Up

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Pick it up, pick it up (4X) If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you gon do Pick it up, pick it up (3X) [Redman] While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks Then tap your man back and be like Did you see that Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess we bless, mics, three times a day Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels Strictly laughing at MC's Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep Niggaz be like Ahh he changed his style up Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah It's nine-six so get with it Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin Listen, must we forget, I originated all that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit Brick City!! Is where I get down kid Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit PPP got the glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck Say what Got some fly shit on deck Say WHAT Got some fly shit on deck PPP got the glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck [Redman] First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas To all MC's, I love it that you hate us Drop skills that might send wind chill factors Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack Step uncorrect and get blackened The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men I don't tote guns I tote funds While you still puzzled how my antidote runs Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it You remind me of school on a Sunday No class, beatin all King's down doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz Back, nobody got the Red shook Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me That's why them hardcore promoters still book me You shook G... word up... hah hah... If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you gon do Pick it up, pick it up If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground What the fuck you gon do Pick her up, pick her up I keep it fly y'all Fly fly y'all (5X) [Redman] Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's We bag for cheese just to get weed Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch at courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy Then freeze.... hah, ha-hah Where was I Oh yes Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc Another nigga smoked from impression Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped And I still walk around with the hooked up Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic How I stay mo' bent than McDonald arches And uptown got the la-la spots And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks But still, I walk around with the grill Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents To any, MC who wonder what got in me To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on *static from radio surfing* [white reporter] Thanks Bill This week on NIN, Niggers In Newark We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots that my camera crew and I had a chance to visit during our stay in Da Bricks Although we suffered minor setback this week when our TV satellite van was stolen We managed to get around best way possible We had chances to see spots like Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen 19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now there's someone about to go for their drugs or as they would say, stash Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs [Redman] Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam* This here, is the telephone line of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress Shhh...

Killa Kali

KOTTONMOUTH KINGS "Hidden Stash II: The Kream Of The Krop"
(feat. The Judge) And the Beat goes 'BLAM' Sweet sunshine climate makes POT.. smoke that GRIT TO California we dippin through the west im fittin' to blaze up the spot representin Killa Kali holdin it down for my crops with the beats that knock you know the kings shit bangs run and get my motherfuckers with the insane strain take it straight to the brain maybe clear out your RISEN KMK mob another funky expedition dont get the superstition kottonmouth is a king prime time fight night we in the middle of a ring Killa kali soldier born and raised living life in a daze kickin the walls of your maze but when its straight in your face living life with no shame take some attitude and truth and watch the power i bring STRAIGHT from California a rebel on the lose tell your governor in service to prepare another noose try to catch me if you can tell me what you wanna do They're runnin after me cuz im coming after you Killa Kali the place where the kush grow (kush iz...) all the heads know we hold the best endo north cali all the way to Diego slang elbows lay real low nobody move in the room till we say so king klick flip scripts rips sick flows dont mistake the krown for a logo we're kings' of this shit if you didn't know now you know for the last fuckin time we from p-town drop down by if you wanna, you could come around but better get me high if you wanna, say it, P-Town, you better know when i wanna i could break it from the pound on down so as for the weed i could get you what you need in a hurry, got that sticky green and talk about hairs the shits CRAZY so what you think you see i like my mothafuckin vision blurry so i'm bout to get my 215 It's a survival test comin straight from the west we bump this straight with krowns and K's on our chest everywhere that we creep we never get no sleep another twenty towns and then we'll be home free i shake em up everyday anyway every configuration straight to the BED like your girl's THATS RITE next bang theory hear me spoken out the nation kottonmouth kings killa kali rotation Killa Kali the place where the kush grow all the heads know we hold the best endo north cali all the way to Diego slang elbows lay real low nobody move in the room till we say so king klick flip scripts rips sick flows dont mistake the krown for a logo we're kings' of this shit if you didn't know now you know here comes the Judge biatch, hell as it approaches intelligent and humble, temperament call it ferocious i hit up on the roaches so i can stay high i promise that we smoke bud until the day that we die proper etiquette's a must when you're puffin with us when you step into the session kid im callin out bluff its like that when i blaze my shit we roll your spliff it better be legit when i'm deep in a session no questions please could you shut the fuck up and back up five feet let me smoke my weed in peace with my peeps big spleefs complete with KEEPERS OF kings treat

Fuck You

DA BRAT "Unrestricted"
Uh, uh, uh I know don't exactly what's wrong with your nigga's neck It's ain't my fault if he looking You 'spose to keep his ass in check cause Every time I come near All he do is stare And I can see it in his eyes that he wants some He know what's in the prize, it's Red Rum To any of these hoes that come Stand next to me and look like bums, they make pennies And all I do is stack the paper Just in case I run into some complications I'm set for life, never in debt And you frustrated when I get all the niggas' attention You fall off Guess you was born to make the coffee for us Writing bitches with a higher position Da Brat talk niggas listen Go get a nine to five Cause you can't keep up with the shit I cook up I can't help it if you're nigga wanna hook up Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me Like he really wanna drop ya bad Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad But I don't give a fuck, you Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine And ya really wanna stop me bad But fix your face bitch I'm here to stay And I don't give a fuck, you And I'mma make sure that my niggas lookin' Tell you broads to calm down there ain't no competition I'm flawless as the rocks on my left pinky And I love it when y'all wanna get at me And make me think my shit don't stink Evidently you ain't satisfied at home She ain't got no style of her own No body of her own Not roaming in the V12 You turned on because I bought it myself What other bitch do you know like this? That's tight as a hot curl Known to rock worlds Once I'm spotted you will probably drop your girl My intimidation to niggas is challenging to 'em He fiending to get in my Vicky's Secrets And underneath my Girbaud and my boxer shorts I rock ice burg sports and Da Brat prints of all sorts Interesting to you cause I got some dough You thinkin' if you and me get together You'll never go broke Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me Like he really wanna drop ya bad Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad But I don't give a fuck, you Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine And ya really wanna stop me bad But fix your face bitch I'm here to stay And I don't give a fuck, you Ya gotta man but he keep looking at me Like he really wanna drop ya bad Cause I'm the shit and I know you mad But I don't give a fuck, you Got some dough but your paper ain't as long as mine And ya really wanna stop me bad But fix your face bitch I'm here to stay And I don't give a fuck, you

She Don't Put It Down (Remix)

JOE BUDDEN "No Love Lost"
[Intro: Joe Budden] Huh-uh, uhh Shorty old news though (remix) Taha, yesterday's paper Check this, uh (uhh) [Joe Budden:] Baby like it raw, I don't even waste a Magnum on her Clean up amazing, I appreciate the fashion on her Bad than a muh'fuck, ain't too many passin on her Only right I pick her up the way she got a wagon on her When I'm on that road don't hit them bops when I'm in town Not unless it's for the threesome, if it's poppin she'll be down Know these other jokers be starin but'll stop when I'm around First to get inside them jeans, she be hoppin up and down Let the world know that she ride, they think eventually we'll break up And I love it when we argue cause eventually we make up I mean - we fight and fuck, we fuck and fight We fuck some more, e'ry fuckin night Shape great, taste great, body softer than cashmere And anytime her checks drop she know that she could crash here Them other broads is other broads, all of them is last year Can't get mad, I'm just statin facts here Word! [Chorus: Tank] She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know) Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know) She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know) Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know) She don't put it down like you, girl you workin with the killer Ain't nobody fuckin with ya She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know) Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know) She don't put it down like you [Fabolous:] Hey you gotta make you next move your best move, right? That's what I be tellin her, haha That boy 'Loso Joe, what's up boy? Never trippin off the past, I would rather never mind 'em Cause only fools trip over somethin that be behind 'em And yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery She here at the present time, it feel like a gift when she put it down, down, all the way, down You could get, down, but can you stay, down? Shout out to the ladies with yo' down asses That keep a tight circle and them round asses (nice) At the crib it's just us nigga Fuck me so good make me not trust niggaz That's my shit, I'm over-protected You want that good shit you know where yo' connect live Told my ex don't be bitter, be better I'll replace her before I re-gret her Texts now and then that question how I've been The hook sound like a message I would send [Chorus] [Twista:] Twista! A down girl I remember when I used to bag up in the basement with her With the attraction of a Michael Jackson swag, but in this case a +Thriller+ And she was a wolf not in sheep's clothin, but a grey chinchilla Even though I found another assassin that could never be yo' replacement killer When I got up in her it was kinda good to me but I know that she don't put it down like you Cut from the bottom and you up when you rock when on top cause ain't nobody around like you Pull it back to me and I'm all up in it fully when I'm holdin a palm full of hair Then I lay you back in missionary position and give it to you good with your Lou' Vuittons in the air Got a bad new bitch, but she don't be trippin or cuss with them flaws But she don't be doin the way you be doin it when you be workin them walls I'm bumpin some [?] I'm fuckin her good, but then you would go frontin Steady cuttin with the bitches all on me cause I'm with Joe Budden, the one hoes wantin I'll put you in the category of somebody that'll give it to me good but'll work a nigga nerves Individual and never particular but I'll never be with her so I'ma kick her to the curb I got a new woman and though I be buildin her up to be better than you She fine but don't know how to throw it back, so she can never be you [Bridge: Tank] I done put another in your space Damned if they do, it's been hard to replace I just want the same judge sittin on the case She gon' hate, but she know [Chorus]

I'm A Swing It

HOUSE OF PAIN "Same As It Ever Was"
[Chorus 1] On and just on, and [x10] I'm a swing it Wach me bring to the next level To grab DeNevel's Getting funky like the devil Brothers from the Bijou So why you wanna trip Just play the side lines Kid, and wait for me to slip Cause I can feel it in the ait tonight But yo I'm not Phil Collins Or, unlike Henry Rollins Cause I'm search and destroy You wanna toy wit the plot Tryin to get what I got You might get- shot Hot damn manna's son Ya got ebonics They teach ya how to write I'm writing like I'm hooked on phonics Mother goose aint got shit on me Cause I'll get loose at the jam And wreck the whole party I make 'em jump and mosh Oh my gosh Just slammin in the pit While I'm kickin my shit They buggin in the isles Cause I got madd styles And aint a damn thing funny I get money in piles Some poeple thought I'd die Thats just a rumour, though Others thought I'd follow up But now I'm numero- Uno, Dos, not Quatro Word to Kool Keith I'm a break up ya teeth When I die, Bury me (me) Hang my balls on the cherry tree (tree) Let them git ripe Then take a bite And if they don't taste right Then dont blame D You need to quit swingin, The styles that I'm bringin The Funk knuckled dragon Who gits on the wagon I'm not the 12 stepper Dont play me like a lever My mike sounds nice But it's not salt and pepper Well it's the man With the plan To get all your skins The tip on my dick Is where the line begins Wit all those former lines Take off that swine I'll git your ass Butt-naked Lets see if you can take it Cause I'll make you feel Like a natural woman Cause I keep it comin I'm the everlastin' Free style assasin With soul in my goal Is to bring a little passion To your girl's life like the daily soaps Throw down on the bed And tie her up with ropes [Chorus 2] The Lyrics keep on and just on and The Lyrics keep on and just on and The Lyrics keep on and just on and On and just on and on and just on and [x2] [Chorus 1] I'm just another ranger with the Derry face Punk motherfucker in the prime of my race You need step back, kid And give me some space and rock the cold shot At the party When I'm rockin the place Danny Boy's arrivin With the standar 65 In the heft dont laugh kid The graft is survivin The out law bike With my bitch thats on the Highway to hell Cause I never tell Well it's the funk back breaker Weeded up like Jamaica Dont bring your woman to the party Cause I'll taker Hit the deck Cause I'm down wit the hoolies I got a trunk Full of funk Like the Groovey Doolies I'm not the man Brotha asked who was he Quik's got the hair do Just like Ruth Buzzy runnin' round Like you been to jail, son But ya hit the swatly To get your hair and your nails done Get off my sack Cause your shit is wack Ya diss me And I'm a diss you back [Chorus 1 (x2)]

Custom Made (Give It To You)

LIL' KIM "The Notorious K.I.M."
[Lil' Kim] I gets right to the point -- no time to play around When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga down Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around Pay me on time or I gots to take mine At first I seem friendly; but that's just in me I warn you -- when I blow, it gets a little windy You make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin like you Y'all Paper Thin, my shit recycled They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin world Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails and awwwww, shit, I got it all in this bitch [Chorus: Lil' Kim (based on B.I.G.'s Gimme the Loot ) 2X] Goodness gracious, the papers! Where the cash at Where the stash at Nigga pass that! We rollin in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash [Lil' Kim] To all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass (I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash! And all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave. Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocks and Goodness gracious, the struggle never stops The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots People fuck to my music -- they say it's pornographic My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classic I fuck with dudes, with Members Only jackets that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress Gettin' Money bitch, and I roll with dimes Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time Everything I get is -- custom made Niggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid (The papers..) [*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*] [Chorus 2X]

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