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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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