Redman Lyrics
Redman Lyrics
"Well All Rite Cha Lyrics"
Exhaust Breath Lyrics
hey there exhaust breath planet's stapled to your chest chuck of the skies your piece of the pie with gridlocked ears and dollar signs don't you know you're out of time get in line heartless mothers got no soul grit your teeth do what you're told try as you may you're spinning around you're last toss of the dice as you're putting those lips to your boss don't you know you're out of time hey there exhaust breath what it is ain't what you said what the hell goes through your head? hey
hey there exhaust breath planet's stapled to your chest chuck of the skies your piece of the pie with gridlocked ears and dollar signs don't you know you're out of time get in line heartless mothers got no soul grit your teeth do what you're told try as you may you're spinning around you're last toss of the dice as you're putting those lips to your boss don't you know you're out of time hey there exhaust breath what it is ain't what you said what the hell goes through your head? hey
[Method Man]
Hydro... indo... (buddha!)
Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo!
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (jenny)
I need some cut (lady, lady)
Now these doors don't open, til after dark
And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts
(Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo, one bitten, jabberjaws, tryin to taste the
paper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz
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 *coughing*
[Redman]
Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me?
(Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two
The ill MC step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atla
Almost Done Lyrics
It's taking time to come around Time to bring me down Now I'm moving. I always knew the truth Though it's nice to have some proof It's so soothing. Tears run down my face As you spray me with your mace I thank you I'd love to Cut your throat You'll never sing a note I thank you I'm almost done This ain't no fun ( Sample -> That is something ) He's trying. ( Sample -> That is something ) I'm almost done This ain't no fun ( Sample -> That is something )
ntic Bell had to go on strikeIt's taking time to come around Time to bring me down Now I'm moving. I always knew the truth Though it's nice to have some proof It's so soothing. Tears run down my face As you spray me with your mace I thank you I'd love to Cut your throat You'll never sing a note I thank you I'm almost done This ain't no fun ( Sample -> That is something ) He's trying. ( Sample -> That is something ) I'm almost done This ain't no fun ( Sample -> That is something )
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high..
(So high..) so high.. so high..
[Method Man]
Air it out
Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut
slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck
like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola
Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather
[Redman]
Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn
Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling
Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin
Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!
[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well
El Presidente Lyrics
Est?s prisionero En el ojo del hurac?n Mueves tus resortes, Pero no tienes libertad Siempre est?s pendiente de Que nada le ha de faltar Al gran responsable de Los males de mi ciudad Se que podr?s utilizarme Con gran facilidad Pero yo no quiero dejarme Tendr?s que pelear Siempre ser?s S?lo un farsante Como esta sociedad Tienes un coche Tan flamante Como tu necedad Eres como un perro Que obedece sin Rechistar Vives tan sumiso como el Barco a la tempestad Has
all rite cha) yeah yeahEst?s prisionero En el ojo del hurac?n Mueves tus resortes, Pero no tienes libertad Siempre est?s pendiente de Que nada le ha de faltar Al gran responsable de Los males de mi ciudad Se que podr?s utilizarme Con gran facilidad Pero yo no quiero dejarme Tendr?s que pelear Siempre ser?s S?lo un farsante Como esta sociedad Tienes un coche Tan flamante Como tu necedad Eres como un perro Que obedece sin Rechistar Vives tan sumiso como el Barco a la tempestad Has
[R] 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
[R] Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Hot Nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)
[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)
[Redman]
Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin it in
(Aiyyo 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 p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn'
for the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on
Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on
[Method Man]
Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen
Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin
So fina
Milkbone Lyrics
cracking knuckles and tapping feet something isn't quite complete ignoring my company i'm hoping they'll take the hint and leave that magazine cover that caught my eye is so inviting i think it's time the bathroom floor is cold but the water is hot it burns my skin as i get in but i like that a lot i like that a lot lay back and play
ly, puttin in work, the big hurtcracking knuckles and tapping feet something isn't quite complete ignoring my company i'm hoping they'll take the hint and leave that magazine cover that caught my eye is so inviting i think it's time the bathroom floor is cold but the water is hot it burns my skin as i get in but i like that a lot i like that a lot lay back and play
MC, with a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? (The field nigga!)
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA.. Sharp, and hazardous
Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these
black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
they come with batteries included, in wicked ways
[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[R] 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
[R] Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)
[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)
cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...
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