Redman - Green Island

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Motherfuckin  ladies and gentleman  

 My style's rugged like Timberland  

 When I clock lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon  

 And I can't stand it  

 My style flow local like New Jersey transit  

 And you'll need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it  

 I'm from N to the E  

 When I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy  

 W A R K  Newark NJ got the AK  

 I'm a Kid From the Hall  

 I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers  

 Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it  

 Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit  

 I keep the chronic patrol on the road  

 in case you're wondering why I keep my izm  

 My style's the ultimate funk when I mic checka  

 Cause I smoked everybody else's shit up  

 One two checka  

 So check the, manuscript, man you flipped  

 And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and Decker  

 Put it down if you can't handle it  

 Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College Graduate  

 I got a degrees in Physics on how high I can get  

 Then next I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec  

 and fuckin niggaz everyday  

 Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and stealin  

 Now Jersey's on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand side  

 Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my ride  

 So, sliiiide, before I call the medics  

 You can bet bitch you couldn't get fly if you were FedEx  

 Can I, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya  

 Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to California  

 Cause Reggie Noble dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco  

 I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho  

 Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected  

 I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz  

 My music more underground than a kid at 300 XL  

 And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk  

 Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degrees  

  

 cause Reggie Noble's known like burglary  

 and cause surgery for emergency  

 Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did  

 I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets  

 Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my block  

 Cause we run around Newark with the nine cock  

 And if ya don't know the flavor, be a tough guy and enter  

 So go show you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey center  

 I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your canines  

 Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when it's playtime  

 I rock around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendar  

 Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class major was Algebra  

 Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole school system of investors  

 I make bitches moan to my Stallone without Sylvester  

 So check us, I always smoke mad blunts before breakfast  

 Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic  

 Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight  

 I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed  

 I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby  

 You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60  

 I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up  

 Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up  

 I blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello  

 (Yo whattup dogg?)  

  

 Really, now pass the second blunt to Quilly  

 Now sit your big ass down 'cause I don't know about this rap stuff  

 There wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa  

 Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards  

 Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick  

 Watch out now, I ain't bullshittin  

 I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three goddamnit  

 I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating  

 And if you keep on with that dirty mistreatin  

  

 And yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionic  

 you find it I'll have to rewind it where minds are blinded  

 Time 4 Sum Aksion so time to find it  

 I smoked out like a cookout, look out my dick's out  

 That was last album when I was bouncin on trains like Malcolm  

 I was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldn't survive  

 That's why I quit my nine to five and got live  

 Because this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pockets  

 And I'm Audi for ninety-four because I already got my props  

 Hoes, hoes, and more hoes

														   

														   











		
			



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