Redman - Slide And Rock On lyrics

Intro: Yo, this blunt is for all the n***az that was in the Holdin pen with me in central booking Welcome to the system [ha ha ha haaaa! yeahhh! motherf**ers! Coming to you live from newark, new jersey] [hey redman would you roll that blunt and get me f**ed up] f**ed up [all night] all night [hey redman would you roll that blunt and get me f**ed up] f**ed up [all night] all night [yeah! coming to you live, straight out of jersey, motherf**er] Verse one: Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that funkadelic I come wtter than purple rain, i bust brains, the funk doctor Spock, got the glock, now i'm smokin out your sess spot I rock from here to bedstuy, i hit the spot like xy Who is that n***a that's comin six billion feet I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th street I cut ma**ively with sneaky styles like dick dastardly Look at the letter-coated afro like my man shaft would be The new vroom, crisp like chicken and chinese food I'm just like the whispers here to put you in the mood [jumpin jersey] yeah you heard me, got more family than the partridge Roll the red carpet for red from here to corner markey You're tryin me, i'm a menace of society, right [yo yo they k**ed your style] yo yo, i ain't lettin sh** ride Droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and h*monyms Covering my dick, plus i'm diesel like all of them Chorus: repeat 2x Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [somebody, help Meeeeee!] rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [you gotta rock on] rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on Verse two: My momma used to tell me turn that sh** the f** off So i had to play like foxy and get off [get off] My sh** was thick i bought a clip then co*ked my own grip at honeydips Cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, beeitch Selling bags from uptowwwwn Me and lester put our money together now we got the block locked down 31 to local a-train's, hoboken I took the back way, new jersey transit cops were open I'm hopin, that they don't go inside my boots Cause we had everything, from j**elry to thai-one suits And clientel, i'm drinkin ballentine l in hell So redman rock well before our record sell Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous [and if ya ain't come back] is what the base-head used to tell us [yo fellaz!] our whole scheme sinkin like boats Cause les mixed biz with pleasure when we shoulda stuck to lactose But every good thing comes to a end With no ends, on the block, sellin weed again My moms tried to make me go to school, i just didn't listen Got locked up, now i'm all in the system, listen Chorus Verse three: Wha**up! i tickle your putty-cars with my loonie raps On groovy tracks, i make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts From my city i spread it all like jiffy It's a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be I mold like clay, and roll dice just like andrew I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handle Whatever, the weather be, i got mental telepathy So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept mc's I keep my car underground just like the lords Even though i'm known, like all the four wheels on the course So let me pull up to your bumper like grace jones Cause my sh** be way off the hook like pay phonesssahh! *dial tone*