Redman - Coc Back lyrics

* first single You ready?... yes sir.. let's do! [Redman] Hey Yo, baby I'm back like Carter, The Don Dada Stuff sour diesel in the God Father, go hard or go home Streets on the phone like red takin it to the max like top shotta Proper how da man keep a plan how to pop up That's why I spit like a Louisiana Chopper Mr. chief rocker, do it all I done it Any MC around ain't clear.. I run it Yeah I got my chest out, blunts got my mind right 16 bars about the size of a Klondike Mr show stopper, when I am done a bar fight Now I get treated like kids around mike Get it rock the NY fitted New Jersey do it quick as a NY minute Got the smith like Emmitt I run it back, skip town, hot 16's is the only way I'm doing a sentence Sky's the limit think I'm bigger than wall st Chris Wallace said it, my pen got its heart beat What up to Marcy, Brooklyn I'm sorry I ain't kicked it so I signed up for Karate Hip hop monopoly pa** go 3 times Ordered TiVo for a**holes to rewind (Gilla House we grind) Aye boy get em off us never sleep No caffeine to make a star - buck [Hook] Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out Lyrical bang bang on the track man down Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out Lyrical bang bang on the track man down [READY ROC] Inhale - exhale I'm proof that s** sells Now watch my bank account boost like a Nextel From Marseille Paris to Cali, you can find me where ever the Bally Probably with Halle bury the Audi, interior whiter than Bill O'Riley I'm Akbar Preme mixed with Muhammad Ali, plus I got Big L spirit inside me Your money like Bob Green, my money like Yao Ming Everybody gets scrilla on my team We shine like high beams, the dream like Akeem That's why I'm the prince like Naseem, nah mean Ready da man aak, its big Willie stay fly like Hanco*k Catch me in Jam Rock with n***as with dread locks That never waste bullets all they do is take head shots Shots shots, fire shots man down These damn clowns shoulda knew Ready was the man now I hooked up with Gilla & figured the plan How to be #1 in Hip hop hands down, plan down Clamp down like pliers this man on fire, soughta Like Denzel or Marlo from the wire, the rap rowdy piper Makhi Phifer, the D.Csniper I'm gonna need me a diaper up in my new Viper [Hook] Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out Lyrical bang bang on the track man down Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out Lyrical bang bang on the track man down