Freestyle Freestyle

Redman

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    Redman in the house, ya don't stop
    Gilla House in the house, ya don't stop
    Def Squad in the house, ya don't stop
    Wu Tang in the house, ya don't stop
    Hip-Hop in the house, ya don't stop

    Redman gotta light that green
    People always say, "What the hell does that mean?"

    Wussup homeboy I'm a muhfuckin' rider
    Custom made Airs and my shoes never tied up
    Hardcore shit, do it eazier than wider
    While you sittin' home gettin' baby mama drama
    Jersey, Uptown - go pick my weed up
    Broke? I aint turning your C to a D cup
    Bitch I'm a G! I never give my keys up
    Not even half if you didn't sign a pre-nupt
    Watch how we thump
    I'm 'bout my bid-ness
    You about to go downtown like the shiznit
    Witness! Yeah boy
    I get ya dumb like white people lookin' for weird noise
    Hood down, got B. Smalls on my white tee
    And my chain look like an italian icee
    Redman nigga
    Grind like brakes
    Cause I'm after that cake
    Like Steadman nigga!

    [Hook]
    Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle
    Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle
    And everywhere I go I kick a freestyle
    And every time I move these women freestyle
    Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle
    Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle
    Redman gotta light that green
    People always say, "What the hell does that mean?"

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    Okay yo, I got Bricks in the building
    Young kids out here, flip ya like Wilson
    Pilgrim! There it is
    The block is Tina Marie, yeah I'm on my square biz
    Turn up the kid like volume ten
    And you could brown-nose me 'til the album in
    You was hot when your style was in
    Now ya lookin' at Gilla, "I wish I was down with them"
    No time to turn back, I keep my eyes focused
    Slow like I'm on the I-95 smoking
    Like Ocean's Twelve
    When I'm postin' smell
    My zip lock when the red line open
    Fat girls like, "Yo that's my hero."
    Enough of them to pull a Five-Five-Zero
    Incog-negro, after the cream
    I'm in your hood like (WatchTime?) magazine
    I mean, for bullshit my nose keen
    And only takes one hit to get in those jeans
    It's not your ass, girl it's your brain
    Now when I hit it I keep the chicken lo mein
    Back on the train like "Who the hell are you?"
    I'm Doc, I bring heat like number 32
    Brick city niggas, yeah yeah a rider
    La-La-La don't steal my damn lighter
    See I'm on point, never catch me slippin'
    Storch on the track, watch how Reggie rip it
    Sniff it, you'll know it's on again
    Walked in this muhfucka like I own da bitch
    I'm not in Cancun
    I'm out in Grant tomb
    On one wheel throwing it up like, "Man move!"
    Back on my grizzly, yeah take that
    You want the crack
    I prepared it ASAP!

    [Hook]

    Wussup homegirl we a muhfuckin riders
    Met her outside of the Copacabana
    Far from a sucka, pull out the 'lama
    And tell on myself like, "Yo well your honor:"
    See, I blast on sight when I move
    That battery pack on my back stay full
    I aint no joke, I keep y'all steppin'
    Doc got next nigga drop y'all weapon
    Screen on my mic got hash tar resins
    Engineer fucked up, laughing all reckless
    I'm like, "Shutup! Gilla house got this."
    Arms grew longer for my short pockets
    Stop it? I wish I can
    I'm trying to be building green like MGM Grand
    Get it? Redman, who the fuck are you?
    Got weed? Let me bust a U nigga!

    [Hook]

    Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla

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    Composición: Redman y Scott Spencer Storch

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