N***a Like Me - Redman

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Redman, star fives

Twenty two on a car tire

Ring bells like Mel’s Diner

I’m sharp hair made of barbed wire

Chemdawg, nicotine for your menthol on Crenshaw

43rd fresh off the herb

I got connects like SIM cards

I know hip-hop is part of my life

I love it like it’s my wife

My credit card that I swipe

True Religion’s all on my Nikes

7:30 train wreck, brain freeze

I’m Capo, Marvel, got the Iron Man, Stan Lee

I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)

I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)

I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)

I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)

I can’t stop like Diddy, boy, when I’m grindin' (I said, «Why?»)

I hold down Brick City, boy, and Shaolin (I said, «Why?»)

These hoes rub they titties, boy, when I’m driving (I said, «Why?»)

My boys smoking that loud when we be wild’n

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Sour diesel, medicate

Start a cypher, elevate

Fuck the hater, eliminator

These angry birds is featherweight

Hood down, street smart

With a cap and gown, class clown

Failed math but graduated from a dime bag to a half a pound

'90 era is harder (Yeah)

Orca out the water

Before Wayne started The Carter

Before T-Pain did the auto

I had lyrics, nigga

Drunk as hell, I spit the liquor, Dirk Diggler

I kick it off like Monday night then run it back like Emmitt, mister

I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)

I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)

I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)

I get it, you can’t fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)

I can’t stop like Diddy, boy, when I’m grindin' (I said, «Why?»)

I hold down Brick City, boy, and Shaolin (I said, «Why?»)

These hoes rub they titties, boy, when I’m driving (I said, «Why?»)

My boys smoking that loud when we be wild’n

Copy that, copy that, copy that

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