Hold Dis Blaow! |
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Hold Dis Blaow! Lyrics |
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 Red`s Gone Wild [gun cocks][ad libs for next 14 seconds] [Redman] Yo, I`m hot, global warming ridin on two-six I ain`t thug nigga I don`t, bullet-proof shit Gilla nigga, and we abide by the blueprint We ain`t all loud, holla and whoopin Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nuttin You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy And even for that cake I`ll fuck Lil` Debbie Soldier boy, murder land`s like Baltimore Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore Get shut down! Yeah, knock your mans off Wouldn`t trade places if you {?} or Randolph Shorty shorty, give me that body Start a riot `til security on the walkie Reggie Noble `07, keep all sort of hoes yellin Nine-fo`-three-eleven, get it or fo`get it! [Chorus] You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain`t havin that shit You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain`t havin that shit You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain`t havin that shit You could hold dis BLAOW! And niggaz is, nig` And niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me You could hold dis BLAOW! [Redman] Gilla House foundation (yeah) Gilla House foundation (aww yeah) Gilla House foundation (thorough niggaz - no, NO!) Gilla House foundation (monkey niggaz) Yo, Gilla nigga, era, fuck you, pay me Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key It`s like Janet, "What Have You Done for Me, Lately?" Nuttin, I blew up, you try to inflate me Dawg, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood So when you get here show a whole lot of love Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a truck I don`t condone, I got kids to relate to "Redman Gone Wild" - hear the new debut Fox 5 a nigga, boy that`s great news Now I`m back in the, hood like Grey Goose Who gon` stop me? I`m razor sharp With Gilla niggaz frontline, and Jay the boss Y`all chicken ass niggaz blood made of broth But I`m barbershop talk, L.A. and New York So all you West Coast niggaz, get that money Cause these Brick City dudes get that money It`s gonna be, one pussy that`ll act funny ("Yo I`m gon` get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin") Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy{?} I`m fucked up, I slipped my own self a mickie Doin dirty, I`m triple-X/"XXX" like Vin Dies` Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy`s Shorty shorty, give me that body Start a riot `til security on the walkie Reggie Noble `07, keep all sort of hoes yellin Nine-fo`-three-eleven, get it or fo`get it! [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Outro] Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla Yeah, Gilla niggaz (Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla) Thorough niggaz Monkey niggaz (BLAM) |
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