Whateva Man - Redman, Erick Sermon

Microphone check one two

Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?

Yo, whateva man

You ready to get drunk as fuck?

Whateva man

You, you sayin somethin?

Whateva man

Aiyyo

Whateva man

Check it, Kool V

(I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin

Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la!

(So what cha sayin)

Yo, I’m smokin herbals till it hurts you

I keep your daughter way out past her curfew

Hard far from commercial

(So what cha mean nigga)

We don’t give a fuck when we smoked out

In the land that’s doped out no doubt

From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets

Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks

Aiyyo, can I be SWV?

You the One nigga

Rap Shogun, yes E the one

Yo, I’m rollin with a forty pack of niggaz

Get my weed from Branson cause his sack’s bigger

Yo give me dap nigga

What I clap lyrically tap call back

Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse

So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map

I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)

Bomb MC’s with rough megahertz so call me Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert

Your boombox better form a union

Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond

Niggaz front like they want it But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted

Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin

So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin

Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician

of electrician, I don’t got a pot to piss in But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin

I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches

that’s Masters like the Furious Five

I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog

(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this

Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?

Whateva man

You ready to knock this nigga out?

Whateva man

Yo, you ready to get this chedda?

Whateva man

You ready to start this shit off?

Whateva man

I smoked with a lot of college, students

Most of em, wasn’t graduatin and they knew it You know the weed slang?

Yeah boy I speak it fluent

I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark

Bigger they come, harder they fall

That goes for, knuckleheads, MC’s, pussy walls and all

I lit my first L before I started to crawl

I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl

But things changed since I was twelve years old

I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes

Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that’ll bug witcha

Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya

Everything that’s like green ain’t the bomb bitch

I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch

Read my lips, you ain’t hittin unless you got

Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher

You ready to roll this weed up?

Whateva man

You ready to rob this niga?

Whateva man

You ready to fuck bitch?

Whateva man

You ready to guzzle this liquor?

Whateva man

(E Dub harmonizing again)