Redman
Doc's Da Name
Well All Rite Cha
(featuring Method Man)
[Method Man (Redman)]
Hydro, (Buddha) indo, ha, cocoa
(Yo, yo yo yo!)
I need some brown weed (Ladies) all day
I need some brown weed (Jimmy)
(Yeah) I need some (ladies)
(Mad music for the zinga)
Now these doors don't open til after dark
And it ain't til 12 that the party really starts
(Yo me and my crew had to be in by 10
Right before the funk was about to begin)
Yo yo once bitten jabberjaws tryin to taste the favorite
Kids be bullshittin, I see the god
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
All the world love my shitty drawers
The finest criminal minded, put my life behind it
You niggas find it hard to swallow, poison in the bottle
She too sexy so I gotta watch you fast bitches
Too many tricks that can give a dick a bad sickness
[Redman (Method Man)]
Yo yo son excuse me, I'm tryin to earn me a buck or two
Thinkin I don't see him steppin (And who the fuck are you)
Doc start walkin for the M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gettin gassed puttin ten on three
(The ruckus) With the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come A&G kidded
20/20 vision punks tinted for bein so high (So high)
So high, so high, high, high
[Method Man]
Iron Lung, I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, party's over
In the cut slappin bunches off of niggas shoulders
Bringin ruck like them Wildcats from Villanova
Hot as fuck on the sofa, squally boa
Soul controller of the universe
Stole a cola then colder
Caps grab your hoodie hat, holler at the Stat
Keep them cats runnin for they yap
In store we roll-a
[Redman (Method Man)]
Uppercuts, swollen how I left your eyes
Stagedived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
Hey yo ho, gotta keep it a dope show like Marilyn
Manson, the handgun be stashed in the panel and
Jersey drive son, watch me whip it like Midget
Figure-eight that whole plate and piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin
Limo driver roll up the fuckin partition
[Method Man (Redman)]
Who them niggas that be rollin them tie high as a kite
Gettin pussy all night (Well all rite cha
Well who them cats you can call on when you wanna brawl)
Get drunk as hell (And so on) well all rite cha
(Yo yo it's Funk Doc up in the house) Well all rite cha
Hott Nikks up in the house (Well all rite cha
Bricks to Stat hold it down) Well all rite cha
Mad dick up in your mouth (All night cha)
[Redman (Method Man)]
From Tical to the Doc, did it before I'll do it again
Snatch one to the ignition, I'm screwin it in
(Hey yo we out) Six drop in ten seconds
What, I'll be the first one on the floor at your wedding reception
B-boys gather around and act denoid
Bring the trouble T-roy til earlobes keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Con
For the grab upon (Am I on?) Tical you're on
Uh uh on, uh uh on, uh on on on
[Method Man]
Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickins
I pack a mack to make your back stiffen
Flip the script, I act different
The eyeball keep your distance
Warnin y'all you don't listen
Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin
So finally puttin in work, the big hurt
MC with a social disease and get it first
Enemies feel my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me, the field nigga
Two ghetto fabulous, RZA-sharp inhabitants
Finger with bad habits, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a millipede, Hott Nikks son
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleeds
Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these
Black thoughts deep rooted, nowadays
They come with batteries included and wicked ways
[Method Man (Redman)]
Who them niggas that be rollin them tie high as a kite
Gettin pussy all night (Well all rite cha
Well who them cats you can call on when you wanna brawl)
Get drunk as hell (And so on) well all rite cha
(Yo yo it's Funk Diggy in the house) Well all rite cha
Meth Diggy no doubt (Well all rite cha
Bricks to Stat hold it down) Well all rite cha
Mad dick up in your mouth (All night cha
Cha, cha, cha, cha...)
SI, NY 10304
(...cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...)
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