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Reggie Paul's Tropical Guitar, Vol. 1 (Reggie Paul) · Redman Presents...Reggie [Clean] (Redman) · Reggie (Redman) · Reggie [Clean] (Redman) · Redman Presents...Reggie [Explicit] (Redman) · Reggie's Caribbean Christmas (Reggie Paul) · Caribbean Holiday/Reggie Paul (Reggie Paul) · Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me (Gloria Estefan) · Hold Up (Superfunk) · You Hold It All (New Life Worship) – and 90 other albums »


powers activate real quick
But then I could grow about five feet more with an extra dick!
One dick to hold in my hand when I'm rockin the mic
The extra
know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
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
motherfucker
260 combined, here to bring the ruckus
The bassline plus the words raise the crime rate
Bronsolini show 'em how to hold a 9 straight

Yo, get
reach, put up the fist and flip and pray. I'll
be done, when I reach my own. Stay free; let the time go pass me by. Stay high, I'm P.O.D.'d. P.O.D.'d.

I
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
Garfield sex music! 
Now y'all just showing off! preach!
I got a friend named Reggie who lives down at the dump
Every other week I swing by and bring him
the tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my toast tight, and it goes like

N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz
N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz
Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH,
We met when she was younger
Then, I had no eyes for her
A few years went by and I saw her
Now I'm gonna try for her

Look out babe

She's not
One dry summer, as far as I remember
Burnt out, but gaining every edgy penny
Then he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny
Call him back
South in the dirty been ridin' dirty since dirty died
I guess you dirty my nigga, heard me I'm certified
And when I ride I'm wit Reggie Noble, New
One dry summer, as far as I remember
Burnt out, but gaining every edgy penny
Then he hit him straight to the head like Reggie Denny
Call him back
Yo-ye-yo Redman, what the fuck was that?
I don't know but it's on my top lip
Don't crack jokes, and pop shit
Just get it off my top lip
Or Reggie, you
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
straight from Afghanistan
Shooting up the club like an AK, bow, bow, bow, bow, bow
Smoke a P strong every day, I'm

Blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK,
Dentists
Ridin' 'round solo got the money in the choke-hold
Whole head tattooed like a fuckin' Cholo,
Never hate the next men nigga that's a noo noo,
Got
[Chorus: Krayzie]
My nigga, let's get P.O.D.'ded [P.O.D.'ded, P.O.D.'ded] 
[So high, so high am I.]
reefer and blunts is all that's needed
better, her body was eaten by Luchimia 
Seventh grade, it was cursed and sad
But the gift within it, was when I first met Chad
But even Chad could tell
unreal
And I'm a little afraif myself
If you love me day by day
With an honest heart and just a little faith
Baby time will tell the tale

Just hold me now
or get routed

I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood screamin see p 3
they tryin to hold your legs
Nah don't hold his legs
Tell that bitch ass nigga to chill put something in his meat like bolognese
Got gophers that
the tortured souls
Most nights, I hold my toast tight and it goes like

N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz
N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz
Uhh, uh huh uh uhh
to Devesio
Canadegua, all the way to San Francisco
So what you know about the hoodies with the def-one tag on the side
We coastin' by while these cats
Niggas can't hold me back 
We ain't comin' for no bullshit
Niggas talking all that yackedy yack, word up


Here's to Mrl Keith Murray 
The Mr.