Redman lyrics

f/ Redman



[Redman]

My style is...milk of magnesia

Crush the five-speed and bust em`

The more the merrier, secure the area

My la familia is ultimate superior

We don`t jack cars, we jack aircraft carriers

I bounce like trampolines when I be blowin` the fiends

The pieces, hem em` like sewing machines and Jesus

When the shadows of the barrel pointin` out my boy Camaro

I get punished like pharoahe for splittin`

You better off singin` Christmas carols for Christmas

Because I`m on point like bow and arrow equipment

The president of chickenhead conventions

I give you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin`

I got a headache from the stress, success

Now wearin` a vest

5-11`s from bein` dirty, courts at nine thirty

Pourin` the liquor down with my man Trace Lee

We gettin` down, rock from sea to sea

Back to Jersey with Sway and Tech

I put a hole in ya chest just to see who`s next

Burn ya like able techs

And when I`m on the mic I got to grease

I`m nutty like professor

I make ya say Hercules, Hercules

Then jump with the 4-5 pump

Who`s the brother that wanna run off the mouth and dump

I come through the West then I come through the East

Every time I spit off the lip it`s like a chrome piece

45 lyrical degrees

I`m like Denise Williams, I`m givin` mags

Chill, chill...chill, chill