Drunken Master - Redman Freestyle lyrics

(feat. Method Man, Redman) [Method Man on a phone] "Ayyo, this is Meth, a-k-a Johnny Blaze Word up and this is second out the Drunken Master Yeah, I'm f**ed up right now- What?!" [Drunken Master (Redman)] "Ayyo, we gon' swing it to the Jersey side, you-know-what-I-mean? Drunkenstyle '99, Drunken Master up in here ridin' for you and your's, You-know-what-I'm-sayin'? I got my man Redman up in here And he about to do his thing on the freestyle sh**, word up" ("Ohhhhh, I'm in this thing like this") "So Reggie Noble, get in and do your thing, Get in where you fit in Set it off like thiiiiiis" ("Ohhhhh.") [Redman] I'ma start it like this: n***as ride dick Come to the D-Town, sh** sick Slap a b**h across her face Who 'dat comin' through? Erase the taste out 'cha mouth Then I hide out down South Tell my Grandma I need a glock out She be like, 'Son, what you on the run for?' It's the Funk Doc comin' through wit' Resevoir Dogs type of material- Veinarial Disease, squeeze on these weak-a** M.C.'s Why ya b**h sweatin' me, Rock The Bells, I battle yo' a** 'til her feet is out like Chanels And we could go on for days Whose 'dat n***a runnin' like roaches, spray the Raid Wit' my n***as in the D, rollin' up the Gands Anybody wanna test Doc, put up ya hands Pull out a nine, bust ya mind When I click, my toungue click like synchronized nines And I rob ya town and I get down Pull out the four-pound, br-br-br-br-br-brown Yes, y'all- Grab my balls Y'all mothaf**as vacade your college dorm halls And I stand still, k** at will Whose that n***a peelin' back bananna peels, co*ked back. The dirty rat on the street All you weak M.C.'s don't wanna test me, want beef?! Yes, y'all- And I bring it on back Like O.D.B., Bring It On Back! [Drunken Master] Uh. Yo, yo. Up in the sky, playa, who could it be? Drunken Master, creepin' through the 3-1-3 My n***a Reggie Noble, yo, he got my back We layin' n***as flat and blazin' up back-to-back Sacks and when I come through mashin' and dumpin', n***as be like 'That's Dre The Drunken... ("Drunken Master") ...Master' 'Bout to blast you wit' the four-pound Lay you down and escape through the Underground Blurry like the fog, ridin' wit' my dog Drunken Mast choke you out like L-A smog Comin' though with that '99 freestyle Me and Funk Doc mashin' down 7 Mile Drunkenstyle '99, n***a- Hell yeah Wha-wha-what?! [Redman (Drunken Master)] Drunkenstyle '99, Drunken Master Illin' comin' down and I f** a b**h faster Word is bond, no jokin' Everything I be tokin' and smokin' Is out of this world and I take your Girl, rob her for her Shirling coat and dope Never sniff coke but I'm broke Got a little change in my pocket wit' a rope ("Where's it at?") Around my neck wit' a medallion hangin' I'm on the b**h' big a**, twelve bangin' Like... I flip my styles like dyke And rob a white boy for Bajha Bike I'm trife and your wife like it If you throw the football, I'ma spike it Down in your mouth and I pull the glock out Like... and that's hype That type... 'll slap ya a** Who 'dat, pull out the gun and clap ya a**?! Just because I rap, I'm not a s**a Grab the mic like Hulk Hogan, 'Well, ya know Brother?!' What's this? Comin' down, Funk Doc rob the ice off your wrist And tell you, smell you While I locked down, I'm crazy. Locked down in Bellview That's in New York, M.C.'s feel me Jersey representin', come hittin' Like you saw Tupac wit' two glocks Pull out two guns and I bust it on two cops And I ask who da best If you don't like me, I put thirty-eight more slugs in your chest Wit' my man Drunken Masta Take over this town, run it out of sound Give a f** ("Shut it down") And I start spittin' darts out the tongue, n***as duck! Peace to my man Jigga-J, My man DMX. What 'cha say? My man Meth-Tical, Def jam style If you don't like Doc... [End is carried into "My City"] ...you can kiss my a**! You can kiss my a**! Yo, you can kiss my a**! Yo, yo, yo- it don't stop Yo, it don't quit