Erick Sermon - Winicumuhround lyrics

[Hook] Yo, Yo, Redman! Man, what the f**? [Verse 1] The hype's got me, I knock 'em out the box then out socks Cause when I come around, n***as skate like the rocks My block's hot, so give me all you got When I'm done rocking, I leave you all doing the Bus Stop My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak I rub n***as out like Ajax now hit the playback Rrwoahh, look out, roast 'em like cookouts I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books out Word is bond it's on I get it on like Marvin Gaye Starving since the days of Kindergarten When I die my ashes flip my coffin backwards Blow sh** up like the 4th of July, with half sticks And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong I'm k**ing You Softly with this song, with this bomb I'm like the Bronx, cause I Boogie Down I'm representing Jersey motherf**er, when I come around [Hook] [Verse 2] When I come around, homeboy watch your nuggets (Ayo yo yo Redman, yo that was last album) Ayo f** it, bust it The top, notch, look over your sess spots Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops Regina Steamer Carpet Cleaner, I'm meaner Then I'm iller than OJ, catching a misdemeanor Boom-bash I set it off right (right) I shut off your lights while you caught up in the heights My lyrics starving, my crew runs like the mob and The funk bu*ter cup, cause I'm a ba*tard at robbing I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up Rock a fifth up, that measure 9.0 on the Erichter Are you tuned in to my tunes it's booming Y'all n***as couldn't see me if y'all had zoom lens I'm accurate like Acura, my style's 90 years maximum, fuel-injected like a Maxima When I come around, motherf**ers [Hook] [Verse 3] The way I get wreck y'all n***as call it mic check I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz With a pad and a pen I blend funky images That leave your girl hemmoraging for about two million and Three years move along there's nothing to see here If I wasn't nice motherf**er I wouldn't be here Yeah, yeah, put metaphors inside a bracket Def Squad's in the house and motherf**er we can back it Come test your sk**s for real with a bomb bang boom bang The sound makes your brains wet, with The Color Purple On the freight train, the devil's the conductor Let's take a trip to the darkside motherf**ers My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn I'm more diesel than evil medieval like Sebastian Don't try this at home kids, I zone with E.T.'s, and other alien type of MC's So throw your sh** up in the sky, cause Redman's About to get live, like one-two-five I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge And broken mics and cords is left when I come around, motherf**er