Red's Gone Wild [gun co*ks]
[ad libs for next 14 seconds]
[Redman:]
Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
I ain't thug n***a I don't, bullet-proof sh**
Gilla n***a, and we abide by the blueprint
We ain't all loud, holla and whoopin
Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nuttin
You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin
I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy
And even for that cake I'll f** Lil' Debbie
Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore
Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore
Get shut down! Yeah, knock your mans off
Wouldn't trade places if you [?] or Randolph
Shorty shorty, give me that body
Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin
Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it!
[Chorus:]
You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
Real street n***az ain't havin that sh**
You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
Real street n***az ain't havin that sh**
You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
Real street n***az ain't havin that sh**
You could hold dis BLAOW! And n***az is, nig'
And n***az is gettin smoked G, believe me
You could hold dis BLAOW!
[Redman:]
Gilla House foundation (yeah)
Gilla House foundation (aww yeah)
Gilla House foundation (thorough n***az - no, NO!)
Gilla House foundation (monkey n***az)
Yo, Gilla n***a, era, f** you, pay me
Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key
It's like Janet, "What Have You Done for Me, Lately?"
Nuttin, I blew up, you try to inflate me
Dawg, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud
End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood
So when you get here show a whole lot of love
Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a shrub
I don't condone, I got kids to relate to
"Redman Gone Wild" hear the new debut
Fox fired a n***a, boy that's great news
Now I'm back in the, hood like Grey Goose
Who gon' stop me? I'm razor sharp
With Gilla n***az frontline, and Jay the boss
Y'all chicken a** n***az blood made of broth
But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New York
So all you West Coast n***az, get that money
Cause these Brick City dudes get that money
It's gonna be, one p**y that'll act funny
("Yo I'm gon' get this n***a, leave the Cadillac runnin")
Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy[?]
I'm f**ed up, I slipped my own self a mickie
Doin dirty, I'm triple-X/"XXX" like Vin Dies'
Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy's
Shorty shorty, give me that body
Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin
Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it!
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Outro:]
Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla
Yeah, Gilla n***az
(Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla)
Thorough n***az
Monkey n***az [BLAM]