Lyrics:
motherfuckers who we is
Hook: Redman
These motherfuckers think we playin games
These motherfuckers dont know Wu-Tang
These motherfuckers is talkin mad shit
but
(We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy)
(As we proceed)
(I'm on fire)
Rockin' on, Redman rockin' on
To my people in the back, if you're
[Redman]
[Chorus repeats 2x]
If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
Girl don't waste that swallow it all
We just
[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world
up!
Yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
Yo, you're on the mic to rock the symphony
[Redman]
Yo yo
Did you ever think you would catch a cap?
Yo did you ever
Aww shit (here we go, here we go)
Check it out (check it out, check it out)
Yo, 1992 begins a new age for the blunt rollers, you know what I'm
Good thinking hey we gotta set some rules
Wait
I say we see who can last the longest
You all with, me, okay, so let's start this
Now it's started, what
I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that
beatin Mother Nature
Down to her knees
By makin more papers than trees
Niggas please - it's goin down
It's goin DOWWWN! (Uhh like this y'all)
(It's goin
Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on
K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on
Keep keep on, ya don't stop
Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
Keep keep it on,
Smokin! (Okay!)
{*monkey sounds: oooh oooh ahh ahh ahh*}
Here we go.. smokin! (Okay!)
{*more muted monkey sounds*}
[Redman]
Yo, yo.. jungle
to Matt cause he really be ripping
This shit here is destiny and we not missing
Yeah we not missing no we can't go left
When we get a plaque hang it
fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin
on my grill.
Cut the track up; let me show you the deal.
I be twisted with that Redman.
We get it all; cookin' dope, makin' bread, man.
I got
up!
Yo yo it's funk d.o.c.
Yo, you're on the mic to rock the symphony
[Redman]
Yo yo
Did you ever think you would catch a cap?
Yo did you ever
started
"Everybody just scream!"
Yo, Brick City, Staten, Long Island, we back
More violent on the track, black talent and a gat
Bomb shit, like
Aww shit (here we go, here we go)
Check it out (check it out, check it out)
Yo, 1992 begins a new age for the blunt rollers, you know what I'm
[laughing] Yea
[more laughing]
Follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow
Never follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow
[Chorus]
Juss
Death Row in the '90s mixed with Def Jam (ha)
We the Def Squad, but I shoot solo, I'm Redman (brrr)
Right hand holdin' the steering wheel, bustin' back
Here come the remaining beautiful people
And for all of you who survive, we hope you enjoyed the ride
2002 will see some new added features
Such
this, c'mon
Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon
Do you know that you ready for this, huh
We gonna see if you ready for this
I be
this, c'mon
Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon
Do you know that you ready for this, huh
We gonna see if you ready for this
I be the street
yeah
Yes the Redman is what they call me
Rarrarh
Busta Rhymes now
Rah! Rah!
Phife Dawg
Five Foot invasion son
Live and direct!
Dilla, by way
Here come the remaining beautiful people
And for all of you who survive, we hope you enjoyed the ride
2002 will see some new added features
Such
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