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[Redman] Gillahouse, take it from the top like this nigga [Verse] Yo, Redman 'Back in Business' like EPM - D whips I drive, I gotta TV'em I tour New York down, so B.B. King'em Found my way back home like E.T. finger I rock the arena, you know the drill Get high, get drunk, grab a hoe and chill Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson Foreign bitches feelin me for my accent Talk like a boss, I can't complain When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James I got Brick City, even D.C. bitches They all steal for me outta P.C. Riches I move like a pimp, but I'm far from one Like Lil Weez, I got army guns gimmie one, nigga [Hook] 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 [Verse 2] Yo, If you don't like me, fuck you, I flex one muscle Doc got more effects than kung fu hustle I'm uptown, buyin the perk Lookin cut clean, jeans, ?? designer shirt Redman fell off, what the talks about? I wasn't lettin y'all swim when the shark was out Rollin red carpet out, it's Jersey Me and them together is like Lil' Seymour and Big Percy I knew women from high school that picked on me Now I see them, they all wanna lick on me I hood down homie, rock like Bon Jovi I can work the nightshift like he Brian Mobley Brick City, boy, my flow is on fire Disagree, I go in your mouth like botox Pick up Pete Rock, nigga, we all cool Hit the highway and ask, "Is the CL smooth?" nigga [Hook] [Verse 3] Your style might be parkay, but mine butter That bitch can't break no bread, then why fuck her I'm kinda cocky, homeboy, did I stutter? I pop the umbilical cord on my mother I jumped out the womb, I became a whale That's hard to harpoon, I need more room The hood love me, so I keep it real gully I got handsome, but my flow is still ugly Turn the treble out the track and I'll jet I lines in my rhyme are longer than Ikea I stay on my grind, but when I come up with an Idea The year, is party over here It's 5 years I disappeared, but I'm back And tell Nino Brown and them that I'm crack Grab my bozack, middle finger is up I got your grandma givin it up Gimmie one, nigga! [Hook] Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
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