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Freestyle Freestyle Lyrics |
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 Redman in the house, ya don`t stopGilla 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?" 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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