[Production by Erick Sermon]
(Them b**hes swear they fly...)
"We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy.."
[Verse 1: Redman]
Hahha
Now everytime I grab the mic I always start sh** up
Sharper than your double-edger, watch me carve sh** up
Live and direct, respect it to the underground connect
Pah!! I'm wreckin any MC you select
Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares
Give me forty-eight bars, and I go out like gays at Billy Bear
Wear and tear, I'm wreckin for the Bricks I swear
Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere
Conjunction junction what's your function
It's that n***a who's so swift I could lose a compa**
Step into jams, with seven n***as in a Land
And forty motherf**ers in some f**ed up caravan
Drop the Fahrenheit back down to zero
Bring Heat to the streets like Al Pacino and DeNiro
Raw dog material, grand imperial
Talk to my shotty n***a, my ears ain't hearin' you
[Hook]
"We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy.."
("We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy..")
So take heed to what I'm saying
Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nukkas ain't playing
("We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy..")
(As we proceed)
(I'm on fire)
Rockin' on, Redman rockin' on
[Verse 2: Redman]
Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe?
You shot first, your Glock burst, but it graze me
Now time for lyrics, put up your guns
And watch me get this sh** hoppin like the West was won
Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads
Crowd your Rap City committee like I'm Big Lez
More sicker than them Menendez brothers
You need Cochran when you're f**in with Judge Dredd
Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash
I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina a**
Hookers ridin dick, like I'm a motorcycle
You wanna shine b**h? Let me Simoniz you
I make sure your vision blur, till you don't know what occurred
Until I black out every nerve
Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'ouerves
I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!!
Hah, if you still look up in the sky I'm still high
All the way live like Lakeside
Wann die? E (whattup son), you got this beat bumpin'
The way I feel n***as ain't leave until they up in somethin'
Pack my dutch like the n***as in the county
Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati
Up around them big bu*t freaks is where you find me
(Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante)
[Hook]
("We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy..")
(As we proceed)
("We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy..")
So take heed to what I'm saying
Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nukkas ain't playing
("We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin' steamy..")
(As we proceed)
(I'm on fire)
Rockin' on, Redman rockin' on
[Verse 3: Redman]
To my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say
Don't stop, the body rock
To my people in the front, if you're tokin on blunts, say
Don't stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwww
I'm too strong for you to listen
I started spittin, that's why the brick n***as be lickin
They stay on magazine printing equipments
And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your b**h went
I'm smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal
My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat
My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack
For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back
Buddy, bringin money to your girl
For your little daughter like I'm Cutty
Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it
I see you noticed how I leave microphones corroded
Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par
You raw? You more like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Call deep n***as, keep the gas pedal floored
And I pump the funk to keep a room and board
{*record scratches, rooster cackles*}