Redman - Hold Dis Blaow! lyrics

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]