Redman - Gimmie One lyrics

[Redman:] Gillahouse, take it from the top like this n***a [Verse:] Yo, Redman 'Back in Business' like EPM – D whips I drive, I gotta TV'em I tour New York down, so B.B. King'em Found my way back home like E.T. finger I rock the arena, you know the drill Get high, get drunk, grab a hoe and chill Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson Foreign b**hes feelin me for my accent Talk like a boss, I can't complain When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James I got Brick City, even D.C. b**hes They all steal for me outta P.C. Riches I move like a pimp, but I'm far from one Like Lil Weez, I got army guns Gimmie one, n***a [Hook:] 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n***a) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n***a) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n***a) And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 [Verse 2:] Yo, If you don't like me, f** you, I flex one muscle Doc got more effects than kung fu hustle I'm uptown, buyin the perk Lookin cut clean, jeans, [?] designer shirt Redman fell off, what the talks about? I wasn't lettin y'all swim when the shark was out Rollin red carpet out, it's Jersey Me and them together is like Lil' Seymour and Big Percy I knew women from high school that picked on me Now I see them, they all wanna lick on me I hood down homie, rock like Bon Jovi I can work the nightshift like he Brian Mobley Brick City, boy, my flow is on fire Disagree, I go in your mouth like botox Pick up Pete Rock, n***a, we all cool Hit the highway and ask, "Is the CL smooth?" n***a [Hook] [Verse 3:] Your style might be parkay, but mine bu*ter That b**h can't break no bread, then why f** her I'm kinda co*ky, homeboy, did I stutter? I pop the umbilical cord on my mother I jumped out the womb, I became a whale That's hard to harpoon, I need more room The hood love me, so I keep it real gully I got handsome, but my flow is still ugly Turn the treble out the track and I'll jet I lines in my rhyme are longer than Ikea I stay on my grind, but when I come up with an Idea The year, is party over here It's 5 years I disappeared, but I'm back And tell Nino Brown and them that I'm crack Grab my bozack, middle finger is up I got your grandma givin it up Gimmie one, n***a! [Hook]