Redman - Big Dogs lyrics

Call us Guerillas of the Mist, raunchy vocalists (Your code name) Doc What's your name? (Hot Nicks) (Who them slick kids puffin' that sh** holdin they dicks?) Yo them same two, drivin your whip, f**in your b**h (Hold me down son!) Yo, I hold you down with the pound (You got a lot of BISCUITS?) Aiyyo but where they at now? Diggy down down we Reservoir Dogs, you puppy chow-chow Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now (Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the Mad Cow) Disease (we set to load) co*ks and squeeze (Boo-yah!) We too hard to hold off (One arm slam ya like Nikolai Volkoff) When I dip-dip-diva (diva) the anti-socializa (liza) Everything be ice cream, observe the frusen-gladje We rock ya, knock ya f**in whole team off the roster Starting lineup, Iron Lung (and Funk Doctor) Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider (uh) Ghost stories by the campfire (uh) We night breed (VAM-PIRE!) Be duckin from the head rushin (uh) Wu-Tang production (uh) Percussions bringin repercussions (uh) I hold my mic sideways BUSTIN Another one bites the dust and (uh) Cardiac arrest clutchin (uh) your chest s**in (uh) Your last breath, M-R, period, Meth n***as, dyin from papercuts, BLEEDIN TO DEATH Down these mean streets Jonny Quest (uh) From ASCAP to NASDAQ, get that money sack (uh) These habitats ain't no place to raise a FAMILY AT These alley cats (ha) be at war with these dirty rats (uh) So watch your back when you come to the slums There ain't nowhere to RUN from the Iron Lizard Lung (uh) Phasers on stun I be givin it to Son My plate spares no one, "My uzi weighs a ton" 'Pon co*k, the Don Juan Doc Send crews back to the shoeshine box, connect the dots My description, black male, yellowed to mellow I make it hard for MC's to run neck and elbow With D-O, penal code, Deebo knows To duck when he hear the bike, wit the squeaky clutch Swallow this hard act to follow You could parachute off my slang and use my, rhymes to toggle I'm tense, so smooth I can't be fingerprinted I stomp harder in slow motion den, den-den-den Yo, f** your applaud, b**hes still rush me Like they rushed the store before Soul Train Awards Incorporate a law, whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped By Jamal with the Wu sword My crew specialize in, snakin your b**h Robbin you, while you on the floor, shakin and sh** I'm doin me now do you (Yo, who you?) Doc I bomb sh** til the Conflict's Crucial, I Be the black "El Nino," I mean yo, I'm supreme Like the team show witcha paid yo' cream fo' (To see us sit down?) Yo, nah we get the f** up (And leave the one you wit) Then take her from Usher That's right, six-double-oh with chrome pipes U.S. Marshal's, out to pen us up like Snipes (Throw it in drive) f** takin me and Meth alive! (Ayo you lick that a-way) You lick out the other side