Erick Sermon - Whateva Man lyrics

[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)