Redman - I Got A Secret lyrics

Damn Ladies.. and gentlemen I got a secret Somebody told me yo' a** stink! Don't blame me! Hah, what, huh.. Ah, one two three four Huh, huh, yo Huh, yo yo yo yo yo yo (c'mere baby) Yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo Yo huh Yeah yi-yeah, these metaphors be broad Take the shanks out of shaw redemption and hold it to your jaw Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor That b**h on the salt box, know when i rain i pour Shoot up the mardi gras with double chrome forty-fours Full up plates, cause someone i'm ready to take yours! Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin Hyperventilatin, you're talk of the town like date raping Call me the doc-casian spot, the beatles Malfunction in the sl board without the eq f** f** f** b**h i'll bust a nut all over that gut Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then i'm hittin that clutch It's where the blacks rub, what, f** your back up My dubs be filled with dust when i bust you definitely feel The rapture.. ha ha.. ha hah.. ha hah! Aiyyo! feel what i feel, see what i see son Break your neck -- secretly blown, talico style doc Trace the sketch -- according to verbal recording hot Bricks underground detox f** up farm crops Yo beautiful! cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmeceuticals I react - the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles I'm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam further I serve the murder then beef it to ham-burger * redman skats, i can't follow it * but i'm only kidding Knowin god damn well that's hard to spit Fans call me mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hood Everyday, wanna star? check an astrologist f** f** f** b**h i'll bust a nut all over that gut Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then i'm hittin that clutch You know, papi chulo with the f**ed up grammar So much spanish a**, n***az think i own copa cabana Shot up santa, got more tools than, hanna barbera, check it The clues i left was hard for cops to etch-a-sketch it Serial k**er that tracks p**y in every borough Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack) I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards Fatal, duckin from p**y police in lesables Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel High, funk doc, roni size keep the herb twistin And now get the ampegs real hot like jerk chicken Ha ha.. alright one more time.. (c'mere baby)