Redman Album

look mommy here comes the roller coaster. stand back baby.holy it looks like.

It's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all, pumpin it yes y'all
D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh y'all
Lettin the bass thump on and strong and hard for PPP
Engineerin the cut is E Double E

Yo, it's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all! ..
Yo, yo yo, when I hear a "BASS"

This goes out to my niggaz and y'all bitches
The Benzes, Range Rovers, and sixty-four switches
The C.I.A., Feds and even dogs sniffin
I plant a bomb right by the bar when it starts kickin
Doc stompin ground, Brick City hound WHAT?
Guerillas out the jungle get gritty now WHAT?
I'm walkin barefooted over loads of hot coal
Cuts from the snot-nose keep your barbershop closed
When it goes, Flex don't have to drop the bomb on it
I keep my speech, +Bleek+, and my right mind on it
So when it's time, I'm heard in the streets
My mammal animal skin, excitin all the birds in your Jeep
I'm crazy nigga, when I was young
I spread and shaved both legs to my babysitter
Ran into Bebe's Kids in a baby pickup
Shot up Toys R Us and robbed Kay-Bee nigga!
This is +Def+ poetry far beyond my control
Fuck your teflon, be body-armed like the toll
Unload from my Girbauds and make it hot for homey
I puff so much of that green I BLEED guacemole
It's like Shaq and Kobe, I beef for four quarters
Callin veternarians to get the doggs off ya
"Animals Attack - Part Four," people starin
I'm not the type of Focker that'll go and _Meet_ your _Parents_
I'm outside trick or treatin, fuck if my chick is cheatin
I'm hungry as FUCK, and I hope you niggaz sick of eatin
It's like the fourth letter, tenth letter, third letter
Chickenhawk bird-getter, holla if you heard better
I got a chick with no-ass-a'tall
I fuck her for the love of that money, not basketball
And when my man comes home, and the Def Squad is back
YO, GIMME THAT RAP GAME, WE'LL TAKE CHARGE OF THAT

Smokin! (Okay!)
{*monkey sounds: oooh oooh ahh ahh ahh*}
Here we go.. smokin! (Okay!)
{*more muted monkey sounds*}

[Redman]
Yo, yo.. jungle habitat, peep the wildlife in the open
Off the hook, nigga dial twice if it's broken
Doc, wall to wall with a mic and I'm loc'n, shit
You might find termites in the chokin(?), yes
D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.O." (Okay!)
And I'll prove it when I redline a buck-three-oh
Hoes wit it, but never gave a fuck befo'
I'm frontin a hundred on top, and ones below
Bitches - fuck you star hoes, my hoes run out
department stores with alarms and bar codes on
Think you catchin me and my bitch? You dead wrong
I'm over here prepared, blowin a air horn
{*BLAAM!*} You niggaz talk widdit
I do it blind blindfolded without walkin with sticks
As dark as it gets, you slept in the Bricks
Now you lose - like e'ry year, you betin the Knicks
We walk, dogs with more balls than pool rooms (Okay!)
Attitude wolf, I react to full moons (aoooooo)
I, shoot up the place so y'all can see
You stuck up like them white boys on Harley's be

[Chorus: Redman]
Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!)
If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!)
All my niggaz out in Brooklyn keep your heaters cookin
keep the mamis lookin (Yeah yeah!)
Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!)
If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!)
All my niggaz out in Jersey keep smokin the hershey
keepin your money thirsty (Yeah yeah!)

[Redman]
Yo, yo dawg, I'm an MC, I don't think how you rap stars'll think
I rush you, like you made the last call for drinks
My pipes burst and I ain't installed the sink
A radiator, I keep it in the car to mink
Chk-chk, yo trail the Bricks where I wrestle grizzly bears (Okay!)
and stick a track for it's snare and kick
When it's committed, damned if you see 'em again
Cold-hearted, leaves fall off the tree on my Timbs
Help me; I keep the flow cold like your wrists
The words practically geronimo off the disk
When Flex bomb it look, everybody runnin
You bitches goin wild, even Kitey wanna tongue 'em
I'm like the Gooch, lookin for Arnold Drummond
Walkin with a trenchcoat to part the pumpin
Like MJ, I wanna be startin somethin
Whoever ain't widdit, gotta move widdit
One-fo'-fo' hydro smoke to choke on (Okay!)
Branson holdin handguns to toke on
Uptown with Big L watchin over
He tell me there's NARC's parked on the shoulder
(Look over there) I don't care, cause I'm drunk as hell
Shit I do eighty on a speed bump to bail
Doc Deebo, keep both cannons on reload
Weed keep my fingertips yellow like Cheetos

[Chorus]
Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!)
If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!)
To my niggaz in Atlanta that, carry the hammer
Wrap 'em with bandanas (Yeah yeah!)
Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!)
If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!)
To my niggaz in the Chi, that smoke on the lai
Proceed to gun-fire (Yeah yeah!)

[Redman]
Yo, to my bitches, my niggaz jump up
It's Elmer Fudd with the shotty pump, who want duck?
Ride in my hooptie, back, slumped up
Five niggaz with me, strap, pumped up
Dump Forrest Gump, hand on the pump
Janitor, gettin drunk off a janitor drum
Way I spit, on my tongue, I branded the gun
Tarzan, I rap loud, animals come..
.. I'm on top of a giraffe neck
throwin spears, I'm Def Squad in both ears
Y'all niggaz ready for streets? Here it is
Circle status, with no pyramids

[Chorus]
Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!)
If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!)
To my niggaz in the West that walk without a vest
That just brrrrrap (Yeah yeah!)
Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!)
If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!)
To my bitches in the Bricks that get they money quick
That get they pussy licked (Yeah yeah!)

Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!)
If you high nigga then lick a shot! {*BLAM*}

Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches
Time to put down the Cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute
Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker..

{*barking*} Turn me up some
{*more barking} Yo
{*barking*}

[Red imitates an old woman]
Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here?
No, it can't be! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

[Redman]
Yo.. yo, gimme some room I'm throwin elbows
Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P
My dress code is all black when I'm makin the moves
Similar to the new Playstation 2
I can't help it if the club only packin a G
And the fire marshal wanna shut it down in 3
And you ballin ass niggaz, whose dressed to kill
for the hoes showin the toes with extra heels (man!)
I gotta get in, I drove here
with a carLOAD of bitches charged on Belvedere
My niggaz hit the cells if the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through the door of the bitch

[DJ Kool]
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aiy they ain't tryin to let you in the club!
Yo, DJ Kool to the rescue!
We gon' break this joint down!
Aiyyo.. a-huh, a-huh, ahh!

[Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman]
If you pumpin this one in your truck (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
If you really don't give a WHAT? (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
Everybody get your hands up (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
If you ain't come to party SHUT UP! (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..

[Redman]
Yo, security pattin my legs and waist
but if I vacate the place, it'll be {*gunfire, "stay down!"*}
All my niggaz in the huddle, on the count of three
we gonna bumrush The Tunnel, with a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here
Blazin like Biggie passed us a semi in here
Don't sleep, stay wide awoke
You dialed Doc, not dial-a-joke
Crawl or you'll die in smoke
I keep it heated when the hawk is out
Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out
I'm outside of the line and I'm actin a fool
like a three o'clock bully, waitin after school
(Punks!) I've been in this line for hours
I even killed the time by helpin my man pass out fliers
Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in
Shake my ass with the baddest pidgeon with her wig in
JUMP, MOVE, CRASH, SMOKE, DRINK
Shake that ass stank, the fuck you think?
Poppa Bear at the table, and the porridge is pourin
Since +Def+ is the label I belong in a morgue!
I'm walkin half-dead, actin senile
with bigga niggaz from jail than the one on "Green Mile"
I'll huff and puff, blow the club down
I'll snuff a duck, I'm headed Uptown

[DJ Kool]
Yeah that's right! We up in this joint now
Aiyyo we gettin ready to take over
Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables
We gon' rock this joint baby! - a-huh, a-huh, ahh!

[Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman]
If you got up in the club free (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
And you drunk up in the V.I.P. (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you swingin from them club lights (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
And you like to start them club fights (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..

Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody come to wild out (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you a big dog no doubt (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..

Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody keep it goin now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Just a little bit louder now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty.. c'mon, c'mon!

(let's get dirty)
A-huh, a-huh, ahh-huh! (let's get dirty)
Keep it goin now (let's get dirty)

[radio announcer]
This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker
Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City
The weather is callin for it to be hotter than a MOTHERFUCKER out there
So crack a brew, roll a blunt, cause the phone lines are open right now
We've expanded to cities like Atlanta, D.C., Tampa, Chicago
Dallas, Memphis, Detroit and L.A.
So call in now, 1-800-High-as-a-Motherfucker
That's 1-800-,High-as-a-MOTHERFUCKER!!

DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it
Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it..

DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it
Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it..

[Redman]
Yo, when I walk I stalk like a dog (AROOF!)
Writin "fuck ya hometown" on ya wall (AROOF!)
WKYA! Them niggaz that'll whip out the dick
and piss ALL in your gar-ments
When I come around, son lay 'em down
This Homey the Clown play around so pay it now
Sweepin the block up, Mayor Doc, he in town
Ridin the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action
Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin!
I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin
Gaspin like it's Aspen, no air
Beef we bring it on with tap shoes and hope the po'-po' there
Graduated, they said Red would go nowhere (uh-uh)
Now, SOURCE AWARDS, ride a water buffalo there
Polo Gear, holes in it, the fo'-fo' wear
Ass out, check the weather report for cold air (brrrr)
On your hottest day of the summer, I snowmobile in
Stack new jacks in the Carter, blow the building
It's WKYA muh'fucker
Bringin trouble your way, so duck muh'fucker!

Yeahh! Two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand pounds
of guerilla shit funk fo' yo' ass motherfucker!
Bricks to Brook-nam, we hold it down, PPP Def Squad
Ya tell me once and I'll tell you again
Pull out the mac-10 and rob yo' friend, yeahhh!
(Fucker) WKYA (We kickin yo' ass)

[No lyrics]

[Icarus]
Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this? (c'mon)
Do you really think you ready for this? (c'mon)
Do you know that you ready for this, huh?
We gon' see if you ready for this

[Scarface]
I be the street sweeper nigga
Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at
from fuckin round with the mi-dack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
Fuck who's standin around them get close up and down and
I done came here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your stomach
then leave your boxin shorts full of shit stains
You're bitch-made, you ain't a gangsta you a sucker ass
These niggaz scared of your bark {*barkin*} but bitch I touch ass
and bust back, what's that? It's Face-mob in effect
with Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach
I told you that talkin wasn't shit to me
So bitch be more specific when you spit for me
"It ain't shit to me," you a hoe in fifth degree
A discharge from a dick disease
You lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot
Plastic-ass chump, you don't want no static

[Chorus: Redman]
Real niggaz - louder
Real niggaz - louder, LOUDER
Real niggaz - yo
Real niggaz..

[Redman]
Yo, yo, yo
It's Funk Doc, I thought you knew
PPP in the back and they parkin to, jump
Thorough borough, Bricks, ashy elbow kid
I fuck chicks off Elmo flicks
My tape is off safety, tongue the gun
Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front
"SO WHAT 'CHA WHAT 'CHA WANNNT?" Yo, my Boys is Beastie
We grew up untamed, unemployed and eatin
You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings
Young Ike Turners, disco infern-ers
Concentratio camp, nobody turn up
I roll up a 'X' that came with kits
Leave you with "Nightmares" Dana Dane was with (niiight-marrres)
I can train yo' bitch, with a chain and whip
It, blow the block down while I change the clip

[Icarus]
Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me Smokey-mon
Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms {*beep beep*}
And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone
Niggaz wanna get they ice picks, poke the don
But they know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm
And I know a old lady that'll choke they moms
A attitude, that's what I don't walk without
Nigga I'ma time for it, you just talk about
Ic' is the man, and I never been to Japan
Got a Japanese bitch with my dick in her hand
This is the plan, I'm about to get in the van
Go and get rid of the man, I done did it again
Skunk I blow, then off to the trunk I go
Pull the pump out slow, dump out fo'
I'm the nigga that the streets raised
I'm the nigga that'll make 3-ways outta nigga PJ's
The nigga, that'll smack the shit out the DJ
if he don't give Icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we

[Chorus]

[Jamal]
First of all you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard
I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls
I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls
I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap 'Mal
I look a nigga eye to eye when I speak
I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak
or a bitch that'll do anything to get rich
or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click
or a fake, that'll rather see me at my wake
or a Jake tryin to infilitrate, give me a case
I'm real like, BITCH, get the fuck out my face
I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste
I'm a real nigga if I don't get no bigger
I'm five-five, still knockin out tall niggaz
We real niggaz plottin on dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz hands on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin, real like Redman's fifth comin..

[Treach]
Trigger Treach..
Bastards blunts, buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo!
Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for Bingo
Christmas time I crack yak and Kris with Kringle
Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho' single
Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is HEYYY, with the gay(?) G after
My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me
See them diamond D.M. medallions, SNATCH! You give 'em to me
Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself mickies
in crowded armories, FUCK with Redman you're a dead man at the robbery
You'll be (?) Adebisi greasy put him on to me, FUCK THAT
I'm a throwin flames FANATIC, bashin brains COME AT IT
Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the attic
Your skank-ass go voo-doo, poodle-wig wearin rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty-wack-nasty

[Verse One]
Yo, now first of all I'm a kid about money
Talkin hot bid'ness and my paper work, runnin
Doc and Hot Nick is like Good Will, Huntin
Put them shotguns up in the air and start, pumpin
Real niggaz in the hood don't start, nuttin
When the heat breaks they proceed to start, dumpin
You eyeballin me like you movin somethin
Yo' bitch fuckin you with me in the Walkman
Slow down boy, you're not a real, killer
Three-wheel motion from me shootin the wheel up
Out the jungle, Doc straight go-rilla (ahh ahh ahh ahh)
Bananas, antennas can't pick up (doo doo doo doo)
My crew is Triple P, watch us do it
Brook-nam, Shaolin, the T-Dot, Newark
All my shorties skippin school watch truant
Hit the college dorm, make freaks out the students

[Chorus]
Yeah, now do you like the way it feel baby? (uh-huh)
Do you like the way the Bricks move baby? (uh-huh)
Roll the L, let's inhale baby (uh-huh)
Startin it up befo' twelve baby (uh-huh, uh-huh)
To my niggaz that say buck hoes (uh-huh)
Only real dog is they red nose (uh-huh)
If it ain't green can't accept those (uh-huh)
that can't roll with niggaz that's petrol (uh-huh)

[Verse Two]
Niggaz, abandon ship when I'm geared for landing
Your own tec-ll see my grill and start, jamming
Throw your hands up in the air, keep 'em standin
Fuck if you in here on V.I.P., laminates (fuck you)
You'll get touched too with the, cannon
Around the handle, a fuck you ban-danna
Dawg I was grown with balls and bad, manners
That's why me and your broad is on, camera {*click click click*}
I'm sick from a childhood head, blow
When systems was pumpin before I let, go
The head honcho fall back and pump, fo'
Figure-four flows 'til they scream, UNCLE!
Now wake your punk-ass up if you asleep
Doc and Brick City bout fo'-thousand deep
Fourteen years old, got TV's in the, seat
Watchin pornos of Janet Jack-me

[Chorus] - 2X

[Chorus] - whispered

That's that bullshit
Ic-Don motherfucker
Da bullshit
Funk Doc motherfucker
Push whips motherfucker
Na, na chill out who got the weed in this motherfucker yo?
Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed homie...
Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na, na chill nigga, where the weed at?
It's Da bullshit, bullshit
PPP nigga
Yo where the weed at fellas? What you lightin?

[Redman]
Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon' learn
When it come to this shit, I aint about takin turns
Cuz Doc's in the place
The cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw
Doc unfold niggas til they ribs is raw
Whether you up the ball or ride the bitch
My pens write with a vengeance and Viagra in
Stay hard like the biceps when it's stacked
I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match
I don't like to sign autographs half the time
I scribble my name and draw a jackass design
Calvin Kleins spalled on the floor
You just got, dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores HO
I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn
And people at the label I'm on
Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for
When I grub I want the whole smorgasboard
Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts straight
Stop smashin the five and appear in the court dates
I won't ride the bike unless it's C B R
Wit no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next
I'm still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime scramblin, glock nine handlin
Duckin the flows of mind travelin
You heard it before, you aint Sunshine Anderson
Got a bomb plantin and I'm ready fo' mo'
Bitches gettin in my party givin head at the do'
All my niggas and my shorty's and get high in the audience
I carry a gaudy gun, you'll die in the audience

HOOK:
That's the bullshit, the bullshit [We are that bullshit]
We walk up in the club we on the bullshit
That's the bullshit, the bullshit [We are that bullshit]
Fondlin your bitch ass off the bullshit
That's the bullshit, the bullshit [We are that bullshit]
Brick City, Brook-non off the bullshit
That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit [We are that bullshit]
That's the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga, that's the bullshit

[Redman]
Yo, I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my hand
His limpin lenny turn around and then I pump from the pants
One nine in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze from it
Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament
Peep the clues, not deep wit dudes
My Benz don't carry shoes cuz I'm cheap as Jews
But I let off this cannon bet your fleet would move
After that I tell you and what the beat to do
Fuck the Visine, duck when I lean out the window
Wit a shottie wit me and myself and Irene and my team
Fuck your mainstream dry off feet
I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3
Now you wavin six flags like you at GA
Cuz my gun on standby like a flight delay
Sprayin water on all those whoever's hot
Take they mic, take they jewels, then them Bezell, Doc...

[Icarus]
Stop Ic-Don, get gone, nigga I'm here
Sippin a beer, 5th with the clip in the rear
That'll lift him off his feet, make him flip in the air
I pull big guns out, like I'm hittin a deer
You don't really know when trouble come
When you open your door and somebody in yo house chewin bubble gum
With double guns, cocked in each hand
Nigga you about to be buried in beach sand
I don't care if you broke or not
I don't care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not
Nigga I still smoke the glock
Give your face polka dots, y'all better hope I stop
Man doom, I kidnap a classroom
Hide 'em in the left wing of my bathroom
Do you think you could survive all that we bring ya
Bullets, comin at ya just as long as your finger
And every, morning I linger on the corner just drinkin
Borin and thinkin, how I'm bout to score with this ink pen
You better hope we blow on this rappin shit
You don't want us to go under the mattresses
Shorty lookin at me funny like I don't get bank
My house is hot bitch, I swim in my fish tank
Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink
I'm a dirty nigga, nuts sweaty, dick stink
After we fuck, I'm takin you to S and D's
That's a lie bitch I am on ecstasy
I won't remember none of this when the X in me
So if you want sex for free, check for me, Ic-Don...

[No lyrics]

[Adam F]
Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, to the Roller Coaster Malpractice
Please stay seated, yeh, and hold on even FUCKIN tighter now
Cause this next section's, as big as the
FUCKIN BLEEDIN Ti-FUCKIN-tanic!!
And it's called the Heart Attack Mountain;
which we feel is self-explanatory ("Stop stop stop stop!!")

[Streetlife]
Yo, I know the streets is watchin'
Dirty date niggas cock-blockin' and plottin'
Waitin' for my downfall, Street got options
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, I'ma stay rockin
All emcee's paused when they heard the album's droppin
Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction
Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin'
I produce, joints that loosen up the socket
Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit
Bang your head to this, pump your fist if you feelin' it
Wild the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it
This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You)
Who the ultimate? (Wu)
Stay committed, sold my soul to this rap shit (nigga)
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get clapped quick
I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits
And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture

[interlude]
Hold on..
{DT}: This is Dr. Trevis, comin to y'all motherfunkers live
Hold on, hold on..
{Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!")

[Redman]
Yo, yo, yo
I cop a new Benz, crash the front
So hard the airbags use nasal pumps
Jump out, cock the shottie (raise 'em up!)
I stomp holes like the ground ain't paved enough
Inform the former the first step was a warm-up
The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was
Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up
Shots'll tear ya Sean John and Phat Farm up (nev-ah!)
I never got a Soul Train award (nev-ah!)
Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all (nev-ah!)
Trick a bitch car payment off
I'm a orangutang when the chain is off nigga
I set-trip, and I slowly blas
with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin, stains of blood on your Roley glass
When I'm, in your hood nigga throw me bags

[interlude]
Hold on..
{DT}: You've just been hit, with the ultimate hardcore shit
Hold on, hold on.. {motherfucker}
{Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!")

[Method Man]
Let's trip the night fantastic
I'm flexible, they used to call me plastic
These big butt bitches get they ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids
Couldn't live where we live
I can't be defeated like "Nobody Beats the Wiz"
Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the Clan and you know the fuckin man
Meth rock a mic without a kickstand
Two blunts, and razors in his wristband
Slap you and your bitch man
Lookin in your lobby, call me stick-man
When it's goin down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston
And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant
For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F
and be flexin as hard as my erection
Kid learn your lesson cuz what if I decide to start testin
your joint - end the motherfuckin session

[interlude]
Hold on..
{DT}: This is the final moment, where you motherfuckers bout to die
Hold on, hold on.. {yo}
{Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!")

[Saukrates]
Yo, yo - let a nigga get into it
Lubricate y'all veins with this "Do-It" fluid
I Einstein the rymes, spit them thangs to prove it
Cross with the Mack, in fact, my game's the truest
Now I'm on the highway, doin it my way
With Street, Illegal, Meth, Roc, and Doc Friday
Performin like the weather was warm
And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms
And keep the ghetto, pop your metal
Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow
The addiction, ain't no friction
I got them rap heads fillin out a prescription, with diciton
Gettin thick when I put fire to the steaks
And burn the odds, like a iron to your face
These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin
Make it clear - look out, Big 'Sauks is here, nigga what?

[outro]
Hold on..
{DT}: This is Dr. Trevis, warnin y'all motherfuckers
Hold on, hold on..
{Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!")
Hold on, hold on..
{DT}: PPP Def Squad, we lock shit down
Hold on, hold on..
{Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!")

[No lyrics]

[George Clinton]
This is the story.. of pro-zen-xanthrapus
Pro-zen-ganthrapus..
Funky monkey.. nasty monkey.. gangster monkey..

[Redman]
Yo yo, yo, yo.. watch out!! I run New Jerz
Got blood on my wifebeater undershirt (look)
Hand to hand you bout half a gram
I'm a truckload, backin in, under dirt!
Lock on target, your wallet
Your chains I left stains up, gorilla paw prints
Sharp in garments, run out yo' apartment
Vampire, wear yo' garlic
I beef on the streets (gun jammin)
Y'all beef let's meat/meet like Subway sandwiches
You have no idea
Crackheads furnish your homes like Ikea, over here
Bricks, B-R, I, C-K
Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK's
Who's the one? D-O-C
Carryin clips for the agents in +The Matrix+
At the Mobil Awards on the podium
Cause in high school I hung with custodians
Batter-ram your door in
Fuck hot, I'm warpin, Doc torturin your Walkman

[Chorus: Redman]
Jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
Jump, get up, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
Jump, get up, jump, get up

[Redman]
Yo.. I put a dollar in my zipper
It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper
Back that thang up, same slut
Used to hang up, now she brain up
I'm like yo (yo) swallow it!
Dick new shit spit throat lozenges
When I'm off the hit {*click-click*}
Hire security to start joggin with, where your office is
I piss on it! Stamp Bricks on it
Take your street work, let your bitch pump it
I'm your next door tenant, that'll strip you down
'til your barefooted like Eric Bennett
Half my brain is still experimentin
Doc already gone before the X kick in
Yeah, I want my cut like G-Money
Stickin the Easter Bunny for sneaker money
Now how many muh'fuckers out there
is high make some noise (ahhhhhhhhhhh!)
I just tried (ahhh) see last night, had two bitches
Me last night, so I told them to..

[Chorus: Redman]
Jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up
All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up
All my bitches in the house, jump, get up
All my peoples in the house, jump, get up
Stalk, get up, jump, get up

[George Clinton]
The gorilla in the motherfuckin mix
They call him Lethal Lip
The linguistic full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic
Shootin off at the mouth without chap or a blister
He got hairs on his funk and didn't flunk diaper rash
Gorilla goin postal.. verbally toxic
Metal pierced forked and hollow point tongue
Dum-dums piled shot from gamblin gorilla gums
Hooked on phonics, packin a viscious vocabulary
Malicious with malice and mayhem
Fuck a gorilla dictionary, Magilla Gorilla talkin to ya
Yo-hoooooooo!
Sup Brick City? T.C., what it be like?
Yeahhh motherfucker!
You got thirty-five seconds to get yo' ass to the flo'

Yo, this for all my live motherfuckers!
(Motherfuckers) YO! ..

What the deal muh-fucka? Chill muh-fucka
LP bangs all in your hood muh-fucka
My niggaz smack niggaz like Suge muh-fucka
Later on, reminisce it like wood muh-fucka
You muh-fuckers try to block a thorough muh-fucka
Hard shell chicken Taco Bell muh-fucka
Fuck you models, you too frail muh-fucka (get outta here!)
I took a fat chick to pay the bail muh-fucka
I stay drunk and I don't drink muh-fucka
Type nigga to do it before he think muh-fucka
Bricks and Shaolin, watch us link muh-fucka
Stores'll run out of paper and ink muh-fucka
I move before your eyes can blink muh-fucka
Quick like O-Dog shot the chink muh-fucka
White girls sweat me like N'Sync muh-fucka
I get MPC's out of sync muh-fucka

I said he a muh-fucka!!
Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!!
Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!!
Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!!
Yo, Brick City motherfuckers!!
Yo, Brook-nam motherfuckers!!
Yo, Uptown motherfuckers!!
Yo, Boogie Down motherfuckers!!

Yo yo, yo, back to y'all muh-fuckers wanna ball muh-fuckers
TV's all up in your car muh-fuckers
At the club tryin to buy the bar muh-fuckers
Catch you for the jewels and the star muh-fuckers
Wanna battle dawg, we can brawl muh-fucka
Little Jamal, handle the call muh-fucka
My steel wall like Bradshaw's muh-fucka
For pressure, inject Demarol muh-fucka
Golddiggers be tryin to trick muh-fuckers
Baby mommas be out to get muh-fuckers
N.Y.P.D. out to split muh-fuckers
Cuttin your veins up for the fix muh-fucka
Bricks muh-fuckers crazy muh-fuckers
Often unplugged, A-B-C muh-fuckers
Got toys not from Kay-Bee muh-fucka
Burnin holes in your AV muh-fucka

I said he a muh-fucka!!
Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!!
Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!!
Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!!
Yo, Jersey motherfuckers!!
Yo, West coast motherfuckers!!
Yo, Atlanta motherfuckers!!
Yo, V.A. motherfuckers!!
Yo, I said he a muh-fucka!!
Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!!
Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!!
Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!!
Yo, Chi-Town motherfuckers!!
Yo, Detroit motherfuckers!!
Yo, Miami motherfuckers!!
Yo, Canada motherfuckers, and we out!!

This for all my live muh-fuckers out there!!
C'mon!!

Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man
Just rhymin over here man
Hey go 'head, go get drunk nigga
Ayyy, go smoke yo' weed nigga
Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfuckaaaah
It's Brick City dawgs over here
We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don..

[D-Don]
It's bone-afficial my nizzle
D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you
Oh boy! I gets more +Chips+ than +Ahoy!+
I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy
I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
And I'm more underground than your, basement concrete
Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth
Still, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me grief
I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two
Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew
I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven
A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven
I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)
I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on
I still got money buried in my back yard
I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don
My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod
And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song

[Pacewon]
Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars
Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large
like they cut, and you got the power to heal scars
Never down cause the underground crown is still large
See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die
If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie
I'm all real, the one, the raw deal
Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'
What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill
Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days
Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six new chains on
Pullin over droppin H-bombs
No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station
Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin

[Chorus - 2X w/ minor variations]
Jersey that's whassup (whassup yo?)
You heard me light the Dutch (smokin weed)
Rock on like what the fuck (what the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, Brick City

[Roz]
Fuckin with me is a close call out of my crew
Don't try it I fuckin roast y'all, you and your co-stars
Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats
Blast tracks like what the fuck was that?
Roz spit rawness
State to state, hood streets and block corners
Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us
Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last
But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass
Back up and give the R room
Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms
In my city they don't pop they collar
Cats that do, get shot drop and holla
I'm from the B-R-I, C-K-S
And my, squad is hot, any beef they bless
Any, squad that test gon' meet they death
Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?

[Shooga Bear]
Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd
There's a sign at the door, no bitin allowed
Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound
So whoever want the drama I'm invitin them now
Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click
Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear
With razor sharp skills so ill they, sever ears
Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser
Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers
Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fifties
Still when I spit I flip like Spock sent me
And never gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
But if they, brag and boast I'ma clap the toast
Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks
And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit

[Chorus]

[Double O]
I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate
I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants
That's word to mother, them damn jokes is over
You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor
It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin
It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin
Talkin that killer shit like you blood raw
And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car
Be big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streets
Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek
I'm (??), y'all is Swiss Miss
My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc
It be the Bricks again, with me with them steel rods
It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved
I did ery'thang from robberies to dope
And y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke
Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you
Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle
And if you niggaz don't like what I say
I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry fuckin day

[Redman]
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor
Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Yo Brick City muh'fucka..

[Redman]
This is WKYA, We Kickin Yo' Ass radio
All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound
put your motherfuckin pounds up, and start bustin the motherfuckers
Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit
Yeah yeah yeah

Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills
Stated own real, haters gon' feel
Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue
You bounty hunters be on the chase for Joe Young
I won't slip, keep pink slips to my car
I'm raw like sushi bars on bougie broads
I retrieve the money, dawg labrador
Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw
You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin
Don't be the next vinyl cut to _Urban Legend_
I can feel where you at, when I pound you up
You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up
My crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche
If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce
I'ma do what I want, cause my time is now
Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down

If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back
Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track
Am I wrong for dat? (If that's what you like)
Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I guess not)
Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub
Beatin down security cause I don't give a fuck
Am I wrong for dat? (Mmm mmm)
Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)

Yo Keith, yo yo Keith
{*sound of jail door opening*}

[Keith Murray]
I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald
Hollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came free
And you ain't gotta believe me, fuck bein nervous
Far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service
What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear
Have his whole body shakin in fear
Stormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flames
A few ashes, when they analyze your remains
I live in the streets, reside with the toolie
I kill you like it's part of my religious duty
Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug
Even females who think they thugs
Trigger the release of adrenaline
When I'm gangsta-trippin like the Bloods'n'Crips'n'them
Unleash the matter of energy, killin 'em
Why'd you do it? Because I wasn't feelin them!

[Redman]
If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh)
with a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days
Am I wrong for dat? (I don't think so)
C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)
Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh)
When they playin my song ass spill out the thong
Am I wrong for dat? (Got that big ass)
Am I wrong for dat? (Tchk, nooo)

I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy
to that bang to the pussy the beat, beat
And if yo', bitch ain't sippin that Cristal shit
Then she might be leavin with D, D
I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers
That bitch that "Stan" drowned, I fucked around with her
Act like a man, stand on your own two
Doc takin it all, fuck who it belong to

[No lyrics]

Yo.. (Fuck that nigga, look at her toes)
Yo! (You know you like toes nigga)
Bitches be talkin too much out here (God DAMN mami, you the one!)
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch (Nigga that's that bitch right there)
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch (Always poppin off at the mouth)
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch
Turn it up some! Turn my voice up some
That BITCH!
.. Dat bitch (Where the fuck you at?)
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch
Funk Doctor Spock (Where she at yo?)
.. Dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch (There she go, there she go yo)
(Nigga there she go) Over there that bitch (Nigga there she go)
(Nigga here we go..)

Yo, dat bitch - the one that'll shut her mouth
Don't give a fuck if not my album out
Dat bitch, that'll hustle too
Pull out the baby .380 ask, "Who the fuck are you?"
Dat bitch - that'll go out like +Army Men+
Dat bitch - wrappin her hair in Barbie pins
When the pressure's on, you'll find a bomb in your car
in your trunk on the road to Arlington
Yo, dat bitch - the one that'll take control
Brought me a 2-way when my pager broke
Dat bitch - that'll love to fuck, take it in the butt
When the Doc comes, she won't wipe it up
Dat bitch - that'll whip a car better than me
Yo, dat bitch - splittin cigars better than me
Dat bitch - tattooes on her back and arm
And you see my name when the track is on
Dat bitch - that'll jump out dolo
With her toes in a pump with a shotgun pump out
Dat bitch - that'll roll proper, two phones
One for tricks and one for callin the Doctor
Dat bitch - that'll give me brain when I'm thinkin
Dat bitch - that's makin me more insane than a ink pen
Dat bitch - that ain't scared to whup her kids
Know to bail Doc out when my ass in the precinct

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Dat bitch, the one that'll shut her mouth
That'll keep it on the low what I'm all about
Dat bitch, when I'm on the run, she give me a gun
* 1 - Hide me out at her father's house
* 2 - Hide me out at her momma's house
Dat bitch, that'll give me brain when I'm thinkin
Dat bitch, that's makin me more insane than a ink pen
Dat bitch, Doc need a real bitch for this
go-rilla, rilla, rilla, rilla

[Missy Elliott]
I'm dat beatch, B-I, T, C-H
Won't fuck a nigga until it's payday
Make him think I'm in love, oooh baby
Fuck witcha nigga, makin motherfuckers hate me
Dat beatch - I'm in the classified
Dat beatch - make a nigga go and buy me a ride
Do you know who, I be?
I'm the M-I crooked, letter Y nigga
Bad to the Bizzy Bone
Quick bitch talk shit night long
I run shit, done done shit
Pop a gun shit, slap a bum bitch
Dat beatch - yo you heard it first from me
Dat beatch - ain't nuttin but the same O.G.
Dat beatch - I'm, rollin and strokin
and jokin and workin I'm

[Chorus]

[Missy Elliott]
Heyyyyy, you're the only one for me
Yeahhhh-ahhh-ehhhhhh
Reggie Noble.. keep it gangsta.. eh-hehh, mmmm
She's the one, she's the one, only one
Heyy-eyyy, lives her life, pays the price
When she keeps it gangsta, yeahhh-hahhh
Ohhhhh, yeahhhhahhhh.. {*fades out*}

[Redman]
Yo, *Barks* Yeah
Yeah, yo, yo

"Where my dogs at" - DMX sample (throughout Redman talking)

(Verse 1)
Who them niggas
Who will roll up to your front door hand on the pump (Doggz nigga)
Kick down the door, and pull out the four,
and lay niggas down for your man getting jumped
What kind of nigga
Drunk of that liquor high as hell with they hands in bitches' drawls
What kind of nigga
Fit that description that I'm talking bout hardcore niggas brawl
And I'm a dog with lockjaw
On the double R
My squad can't be knocked off
We Doggz

(Chorus)
[DMX sample] (x 8)

[Redman (over samples)]
Yeah *Barks*
Virginia Doggz motherfucker
Virginia Doggz
Cincinnati Doggz
Chicago Doggz

(Verse 2)
What kind of nigga
Will steal your car at night as soon as you turn off the light?
Pop that steering wheel, hit the club like a quarter till
Wait till a victim get caught in the heist
What kind of nigga
Will fuck your girl gorilla style ass in the air?
When I cum she cum, when she sleep I'm in the safe
Where boyfriend stashed the cake then I'm out of here
I know you not prepared
Doc pop the flares
For the niggas under the stairs
We true Doggz

(Chorus)

[Redman (over samples)]
Yeah *Barks*
Jersey Doggz
Where my California Doggz

(Verse 3)
What kind of nigga will do a bid
And come home doing the same thing again
That kind of nigga
That'll search for that bitch ass nigga who ratted him in
What kind of nigga
Keep his mind on his money, music, not bitches at all (We don't love
them hoes)
That kind of nigga
That don't care about your ice or VIP you getting robbed
So take it off
Right now
Pack my Doggz
Fuck who I'm assaulting
Now we true Doggz

(Chorus)

[Redman (over samples)]
Yeah *Barks*
Canada Doggz nigga
Yeah
Baltimore Doggz
Yeah
North Carolina Doggz
Yeah

{*barking*} - DMX sample (till fade)

[Redman (over samples)]
Alabama Doggz
Dirty
Brick City
Jerz, Jerz
Yeah
Can't forget them Ohio Doggz out there

[Singers]
W-K-Y-A

(We be kickin yo' fat funky ass, on WKYA)

What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now..

[Verse One]
Yo.. excuse me muh'fucka, I'm tryin to get through
When Doc loaded, I'm like a STUD missile
A STUD six-two, I'm huntin down hoes with
no drawers on and, buttoned down clothes
Don't brownnose just join it
Ecstasy pills, with Buddha Man signs stamped on it
Jam on it, the +Blair Witch+ wouldn't camp on it
I block and shine like suntan ointment
You do a dance when I layer this clip in
Only dude with a bike with air conditionin
Fuck the Feds your door, Red'll kicked in
So prepare to wear SCUBA gear equipment
I wet it, my tape underground leakage
It hit the air and you'll swear you found Jesus
The man who turned out the Summer Jam
Not with a mic, I brrrrrrrrrrrr, tuck it in
The noise keep the helicopter hoverin
Your boys is dead weight when I muscle in
I need a +Hot Girl+, a +Ryde or Die+ chick
Mainly a hot chick ridin Funk Doc dick
Smell it, when the odor airs in
The gorilla shit, hoes in polar bear skin
The chronic stink up the overhead bin
When I.. yo, Redman struck again!

[Chorus]
What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now..
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> Puffy)
What I'ma do now, huh? What I'ma do now, huh, huh?
What I'ma do now? It's all fucked up now..
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> Puffy)

[Verse Two]
Nigga, we go - oops, upside your head
+Simon Says+ leave you hogtied instead
On the floor with ya shirt like I dyed it red
Wild wild Bricks, eighty foot spider legs
Doc in, double-oh, learned to drive it
I'm, on the roof, guns under the armpit
Yellin out, "Yo sawed off, hand on the pump
and I'll pump a cannon first man that jump" {*clik-clik, BLAM!*}
I got a punch that'll cut your beard up
Doc is like warm when you touch my earmuffs
I wild out, throw blows
_Somethin about Mary_ rode me in a Ford Explorer
The pressure at time five remind me
that y'all can't eat like it's Ramadan week
My mascot was built for kamikaze
If it fails, L.O.D. right behind me

[Chorus] - 2X

("Can y'all hear me out there? Huh?" -> Puffy)
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> Puffy)
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> Puffy)
("Can y'all hear me out there?" -> Puffy)

I need some weed muh'fucka..
We need to smoke muh'fucka..
We need weed muh'fucka..
We need to smoke muh'fucka..
Light it, roll it, light it up
Say light it, roll it, light it up
Say roll it, light it, light it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
Say roll that, light it, smoke it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
Say roll it, light it, smoke it up
SAY ROLL IT, LIGHT IT, SMOKE IT UP
{*farting noise* .. *track fades*}

Somebody stole my mojo! Yo, once again..
Soopaman Luva flyin through the fuckin sky
I'm lookin for my mojo, I'm fried chinky-eyed
My cape is still tore up, but I make a lil' money
I'm like Ace Ventura, duckin my landlord
The land of the poor, where I handle my biz
I got a weed spot on the block Hannibal live
Pokemon on the pipe, Rudolph the deer Red-Nose
glow in the night, when his nose gettin right
I pimp Snow and Vanna White on the hoe stroll
Dr. Ruth on E, sippin Old Gold
Mr. T on crack, mohawk cornrow
In South Park with the Chef, in the stolen Ford
I'm lookin for my mojo, where it at?
Got a APB on it dawg, where it at?
I ran into Cita, from BET
She said, "Man is a nigga, that's fast on the trigger
I thought he was you, when we had the party for two
My girlfriend said the same, majority rules"
Damn!! Who takin my women?
Who takin my chickens around Thanksgiving? Now that's pimpin!
Called my man Meth and Bishop Don Juan
He smokin a blunt, other sippin Sean Don
He said it ain't the game, but how you play it
So I can't hate the game, so I'm dyin to play it
Now I'm back in the air, ready to put my smack down
I'm searchin for the impostor to pat down
I'm urgin to put the glock up and clap rounds
It's curtains like Jimmy Hoffa, he not found
So ride on me, try homey
Your plan'll fail like the Acme Kit from Coyote
Now I'ma find the bastard that stole my juice
Soopaman Part Five, in your archives

[singers]
I'm yo Soopaman baby, that's who I am
Flyin through the air, without a care
I'm high as hell blazin, that Cali weed (Kryptonite for life)
That Kryptonite bud, that sticky green
I'm yo' Soopaman (he's yo' Soopaman) I'm yo' Soopaman
I'm yo' Soopaman (whoaaa yea yea yea yea) I'm yo' Soopaman
I'm yo' Soopaman (he's high as hell for life)
I'm yo' Soopaman (that Cali weed)
I'm yo' Soopaman (Kryptonite baller)
I'm yo' Soopaman (sticky green)

[Redman]
Aiyyo yo fuck that!
Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin mojo
Aiyyo Reggie Noble, aiyyo Reggie Noble c'mere nigga!
Aiyyo start it off while I tell you how it went down

Yo, yo
Put the drop down, get your smoke on
Get your feel on, are you feeling?
Get your girl on, get your squeeze on
Get your bus on, are you chilling?
Are you wheeling, are you feeling?
How you feeling? And we gon' hooo-oooh-ooh
(Tell me what you doin)

C'mon, yo yo-yo yo, yo yo
I had to put the mash down, throw the cash around
Stay focused, on the case put the hash down
Jetted through the air about five miles per hour
My mojo gone I can't fly like I wanna
But this case is easy, find that motherfucker that
couldn't wait to be me, put his face on TV
From the tec blow, I asked my ex-hoes
Pass off some info for a pair of X.O.'s
Write the check low, I don't do that
I told you that shit before when I boned your back
Now I'm back to square one, and everybody hatin
So I popped the flare gun, now they all escapin
Ran into Gator, from _Jungle Fever_
He's my people and my neighbor, I said I need a favor
He said for ten dollars, and for ten Whoppers
from Burger King, I'll tell you the nigga who gotcha
Gave him what he wanted plus the extra large fry
He said blue eyes, blonde hair, a white guy
I said... what the fuck goin on?
A white guy interruptin my fuck flowin on?
So I copped some new ammo, reloaded my flare gun
Stalkin like Rambo, mixed with Commando
Gator pushed the ten-speed bike, I'm on the handle
Crashed into somethin cause he high off my man blow
I jumped up and backtracked myself
Who's the last hoe I fucked or throat I cut?
I said wait a minute, yo, that bitch Jane on the prowl again
I bet she up to no good, actin foul again
Yeah, yeah, it ain't nuttin, I get her if I want her
Matter of fact I'm gonna cause she live around the corner
I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my armor
cause she bring drama like Jeffrey Dahmer
But I heard fuckin all the way from the bottom
I'm like, damn she yellin! Kinda made me jealous
Knocked on the door enraged
like a broke-ass rapper, at a label that ain't toured in days
Do it clown, before I count to four now
Cause if I hit five them flares'll blow your door down
I heard the zipper zip up, and they was tryin to run
So I re-clipped the clip up, and blew it before one
FREEZE MOTHERFUCKERS, I jumped on Jane back
I WANT THE CHEESE MOTHERFUCKERS, and my name back
We tusslin, fightin, bitin skin and rustlin
Slaps in the face, chokes with the belt buckle and
her knees bucklin, I thought to myself
"Where's that motherfuckin white guy she was fuckin?" then
right out the blue {*CLANG!*} Owww! {*birds chirpin*}
Who dat? Who dere?

.. (this program will be continued)

[Adam F]
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 as - the Spinal Spinning Spiral Splitter
and - the Corkscrew Cock Cruncher
Plus, the Fat Fuckin Bitch Backslapper
And not forgetting - The One Finger Ringer
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye!
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta ta - and FUCK OFF!!
From the "Rollercoaster Malpractice"

[Redman]
(Red-man!) They done let me out
(Red-man!) They done called my name
(Red-man!) They done read the four chapters..
.. now I'm back, Brick City, I've been born again
Master, hit the switch - Igor, he's ALIVE!!

Yo.. set it off
Set it off, yo yo yo
Let's start ridin, my flows bring the tide in
While John Cochran break your pride in
I shagged her before you married her
Took the ring, pawned it for an Acura
DOC, breakin the sound barrier
Hardcore bullet, fo'-fo' pull it
Got your camp runnin, used it for footage
Brick City suspects couldn't(?)
Yo, watch me leap through trees
Attackin sharks in the _Deep Blue Sea_
Aim lock on, _Goldeneye_
War in the snow storm, with double-oh on
U.K. blow your horns
Put you in, I.C.U., gettin blood drawn
Doc did it, off an Adam F bomb
I move like Robotron, turn the lights off!

.. girl she had a big FAT ass
.. we smokin weed tonight, we smokin weed tonight, c'mon
What I want everybody to do right now
is blow your motherfuckin horns
Louder, LOUDER!!

[Chorus: Redman]
Yo, if you want that shit (that shit)
That hardcore rough shit (rough shit)
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then SMASH SUMTHIN, CRASH SUMTHIN
If you want that shit (that shit)
That smoke and fuck a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then SMASH SUMTHIN, CRASH SUMTHIN

[Redman]
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by the pancreas
Your whole camp enlists, abandon ship
Push your knuckles up and dance with it
I'll shut down cops, steal they badges
Off of 'Operation: Kill Da Wabbit'
PPP niggaz be jackin cabbage
Looked in the camera and pull the mask up
Laughin at ya - yeah I X'd you out
Somebody help him out with mouth to mouth
You to me son, what you talkin bout?
If your third eye look then I gorge it out
Bitches fuck me barely walkin out
For a thievin ass hoe fo' mark it out
It's one mo' body in the hall for now
Verbal assault killer, calm him down
I open fire, made you retire
Hung your shoes from a telephone wire
So when I ride by, I brag on it
Paragraphs fly wit toe tags on it
I plant a bomb where you pick your mail up
It's BRICKS, so y'all hit the fallout shelter
Doc, niggaz, bitches, jump up
Criminals, hustlers, hoes, jump up

[Chorus] - 2X