Redman - East Coast lyrics

Ya sir we back baby We ain’t never left n***a This coast is in the building n***a Y’all, y’all You can smell, your boy is in the pal, n***a f*ck you large, I’m who you start after car now, Mind to sell like mind over matter, Tryin’ to eat my food, your mind don’t matter, Download the... my music unplugged, Underground b**h digging my computer love You’d be what it was, I am, what it is I touch down the floor, in case fans wanna live, ’cause it’s a homicide when you try to an*lize, I’m a rider, is that the... like... new time, n***as gonna crown the boss and any label, Break bread, gotta round me ob, ’cause our hustle the record Who will pa** my visa, The credit card n***a, everywhere I’m excepted, You guessed it, the heart is working man from the murder land, I’ll make the dollars now, thanks to... hand, If is a bus, the east back n***a, We took a break to let y’all collect trap n***a I know I smell what I’ve been cooking, Yeah I’ve been maintaining, from motel still book em, Now everybody looking like hottest OG, Got dreams like I’m fresh out of jail, I’m 18, I mean. A... form the line when our freak roll, My game tight, you know why? I’m from east coast. Hello New Jersey, New York the home of Chris Wallace The coast where I’m from where the paint hit the towers hello? I love where I’m from baby, I’m from east coast I love where I’m from n***a, I’m from east coast. I love where I’m from baby, I’m from east coast, I love where I’m from n***a, I’m from east coast. It’s the east coast where your favourite rap I got his swagger from You know who I’m talking bout homie, don’t be acting dumb, Ain’t no love, ain’t no hug, ain’t no a** sh**, F*ck you and f*ck everybody in your palm face, I’m off that serve and the pancakes, Can’t wait, dog sh**ting hard like I’ve been needing some brand flicks You know the name of the click that I’m riding for, The same click who dick you’ll be riding on, If I ain’t on tour, I’m in the hood with dimes and roll Why your sh** sitting on the shelf at the dollar store, This coast, I’ve been on my grind since... Back full of diams and the line full of dolphins, Broke my first rhyme in the well of the... On shot suit on, gone off, going zen, I’ma goon, no skinny jeans, an auto tour, You wait in the basement like the photo room n***a Come where I’m from and you can find gangstas That throw it up and talk what they hand like sign language If I was getting smoke, sizy getting sipped on b**h one sip reach one you stiff for, You hear barely sound, real silly... I put them work, that I put you on disability I ain’t tryin teach you how do knwo you dexes, I’m just giving n***a new goon anthem. Hello New Jersey, New York the home of Chris Wallace The coast where I’m from where the paint hit the towers hello? I love where I’m from baby, I’m from east coast I love where I’m from n***a, I’m from east coast. I love where I’m from baby, I’m from east coast, I love where I’m from n***a, I’m from east coast