[Production by Erick Sermon]
[Intro: E Dub]
Microphone check, one, two
(I can feel it)
Ayo, you ready to get down man? (Yo, whateva man)
You ready to get drunk as f**? (Whateva man)
You, you sayin somethin? (Whateva man)
Ayo (Whateva man)
(I can feel it)
Check it, Kool V
(I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin, Mike type of sangin)
Ooh la la la (So what ya sayin)
[Verse 1: Redman & Erick Sermon]
Yo, I'm smokin herbals 'til it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew, hard far from commercial
(So what cha mean n***a) We don't give a f** when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt
From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets
Get you open like bu*tcheeks, from girls who be freaks
Ayo, can I be SWV? You the One n***a
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of n***as
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger, yo give me dap n***a
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
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 circuits overworked, word bond
n***as front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted
Damn n***a 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 b**hes actin dog
(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this
[Hook]
(I can feel it)
(I can feel it)
(I can feel it)
Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whateva man)
You ready to knock this n***a out? (Whateva man)
Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whateva man)
You ready to start this sh** off? (Whateva man)
(I can feel it)
[Verse 2: Redman]
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, p**y walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my a** 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 n***as that'll bug with ya
Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya
Everything that's light green ain't the bomb b**h
I got different forms to make you lose your calm b**h
Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the f** out my cypher
[Hook]
(I can feel it)
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whateva man)
You ready to rob this n***a? (Whateva man)
(I can feel it)
You ready to f** b**h? (Whateva man)
You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whateva man)
(I can feel it)