Redman - How U Like Dat lyrics

(feat. Gov Mattic) [Intro:] WKYA Gilla House Radio Yeah n***az, I'm back And the weather outside is hot than a motherf**er But we cold chillin in the Brick City So kick back, light some blunts Put your hands on a big fat greasy a** and turn the music up As we take yo' a** on a ride as Redman Goes Wild on WKYA! [Redman:] Gilla House, yo, yo Come see the sideshow, n***a how it go? With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks You want the beef n***a? Here the prime roast My mic's the gun, the bullet's the 9-volt f** the convo, here go the pyro G.I. Joe, mixed with Desperado I ride low, with a bomb in the armrest Prepare to snipe a f**er like John F. Connect ya like Nynex, n***a holla I'm on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor Red is to blunt like redneck is to Marlboro This is our world, join the effect Clean your ears for Doc Donald Goines with a pen What more can I say, Doc billin Gilla general, Def Squad lieutenant Ill at will, thought you knew I'm in the hood, you +Most Wanted+ up in +Malibu+ I don't co-sign sh** that ain't hundred percent Tryna blow money-wise like Bubba Gump Shrimp (Gilla!) I feel I'm young, out for the crumbs Shutgun warrior with a Wu-Tang tongue (Gilla!) How ya like that, tell me how ya like that How ya like that, tell me how ya like that Don't f** around or walk around with an icepack I test your gangsta, didn't wanna fight back This for n***az, Jews, and white trash I deliver them punchlines with a nice jab Smokin weed on a go-cart at Bo Craft BC-4, straight out of Low Cash Low Cash, Low Cash (WKYA!) Low Cash, yeah! [Gov Mattic:] The new Brick City, low down, gritty Fo'-pound semi, minds I leave 'em empty Keep the fo'-pound round the nine-milli with me So when the Feds run up, they likely not to hit me Like J-Kwon everybody, in the club tipsy You be on the mixtapes soundin like 50 But this is Brick City, Gilla House we comin through Smokin blunts, sippin Henny too Girls is bouncin, n***az bouncin too On the blocks, new whips we drivin through We gettin money, CD's is pay-per-view At the go-go girls come up into So listen up as we tell y'all what to do Come holla at my motherf**in crew (yeah!)