Basically - Redman

Whoo, hahh… ohhahh, wooooh

Aww shit!

Hey dudes my interludes more fatter than most niggaz LP’s

So don’t sell me to stale cheese

I’m more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood’s grandmama

puffin on ganja, sippin on a, Cherry Bianca

My grand finale’s like an alley when it’s rowdy

kick more bars than the penile G And let my nine clap loudly

Click click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka!

What am I do to ya?

It’s somethin new to ya Like screwin ya, all over my studi-ah

Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties

That quickly I hooked you, now fix me with your lips

B… otch, unloosen my belt thinkin to grab the crotch

But before you do move my glock before it shoot my cock

And see basically them trick bitches get no dap (word)

And see basically Redman album is no joke (word)

And see basically I don’t get caught up at my label (word)

Cause I kill when they fuck with food on my dinner table (word)

I drop a punchline at lunchtime

cause I’m a Close Encounter of the None Kind

with dumb rhymes

I battle allay’all at one time

So fuck all you fools out there with the large vocabulary

in your sentence, I don’t need that shit to pay my rent with, huh

And to the nosey snake-ass hoes I ask you

Why you be acting all fly

when your monkey-ass work at fast food?

And why is it everytime that a multiplatinum artist

always use the underground to make a comeback?

Is it fair to the hardcore niggaz that rap?

That don’t give a fuck about the radio

plus the next bitch at that?

And being hardcore and mad about wearing high-tech boots

and black skelly hats?

And making fake-ass frowns because your best buddy packs?

Think about it Sip on a chocolate thai, and let your brain fall out of focus

This is another episode, coming live from the Funkadelic man himself

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