Redman - Walk in Gutta lyrics

(feat. Biz Markie, Erick Sermon, Keith Murray) [Intro:] {"One-two one-two"} ... W, K, Y, A Haha, Def Squad n***az {"One-two one-two"} Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla, Gilla House Ooh {"So let's do a little somethin like this"} [Redman:] Yeah, yo, check it out I'ma walk in gutta, get that bu*ter Only dude with a weed sign on the chucker Hood down, car kinda loud from the muffler Like DAMN when I profile at the Rucker b**hes +Got Game+, I'm _Above the Rim_ Call my gun Magnolia Soulja Slim Do "The Freak" on the floor, two steps to the side Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh I got sour diesel roll One hit of this b**h, your whole staff is (out of control) {"Ohh!"} I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth I'm Oscar, no wonder muh'f**er I'm a +Grouch+ I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp! Blaow gotcha, you the best n***a call the doctor Like Chinese tryin to salsa It's never gonna be in +Groove+, call Stella back Holiday Inn 'em, then back in the shuttle van b**h give me head on the first date, what a fan Three best MC's I think on the other hand Stand like an officer, not a gentleman n***az get rich off of stolen car settlements! [Chorus: Biz Markie (Erick Sermon)] I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball Hah hey-hey-hey, we gon' do a lil' somethin like this I say (Y'knowmsayin so I said) I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball Hah hey-hey-hey {"So let's do a little somethin like this"} (Huh, huh, y'knowmsayin so I said) [Erick Sermon:] (Yeah) I also walk in gutta, holdin my dick A New York n***a man back in the mix I walk up in the spot man cameras click Cheese, all out my pocket; can't stop it (uhh) All you can do now boy is just respect it I ain't par tomorrow but the E is connected Look what happens when you spin the records Hip-Hop at its best, nothin to mess with (yeah) I'm right here, there's no need to download I attract hoes, I ain't gotta hound those I call the shots, no need to brown-nose Cut the check at 40 grand for shows I'm +Fresh+ like Doug E., I show ya The beat got it +Clap+ like them boys from 'Nolia, I told ya Yeah, I do it real big by a coat check With no bling-bling around my neck, yup Redman and Sermon, with two icons n***a, I got a gut, f** pythons I'm an extremist (huh) who shake tracks the meanest I'm what a hip-hop fiend is [Chorus] [Keith Murray:] Yeah, I also walk in gutta, reppin my clique A Def Squad n***a yeah, all in your mix n***az talk sh** you get your a** kicked I ain't a Blood, but I'll throw you out the whip (word up) What you know about Pinot Gregio and roasted duck (huh?) With a mean street team outside posted up Toasted up, ready to roast a duck (uh-huh) When I say street team, I don't mean n***az that put posters up (word) Let's be blatant, you achin and ancient We capered in your hood with dirty machetes and bloody aprons I'll acquire a tec, quiet your rep Stay quiet as deaf, or Kanye's choir rep (uh-huh) As I make another left, quiet I crept, quiet you slept I'm back with the tec, like I never left (surprise n***az!) See frivolous beef'll get you curiously shot (uh-huh) You f**in with Keith, I think seriously not (hell no) I ATTACK like a blue-nose pit off gunpowder (yeah) And love to soup the beef up just like clam chowder With my Squad in the house, we misbehave Get drunk and tongue-kiss b**hes like Flavor Flav [Chorus] {"One-two one-two... please man don't get with that bullsh**"} {"So let's do a little somethin like this..."}