Rockwilder - Bobyahed2dis lyrics

[Production by Rockwilder & Reggie Noble] [Redman] Ahhhhhh... You are now about to enter the psychotic mind of Redman Let's take a journey on a funk cosmic adventure To where no other n***a or b**h has ever entered Let me lick your funky emotions with my cosmic lyrics From a place we call hell, and beyond... [Jeff Stewart] And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best! Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing* What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself To all knotty head n***as, bob to this Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside Coming to you live and direct without further adieu I bring to you Redman one more time This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM!!! [Redman] So who's that funky n***a that's known to kick the fat sh**? The mirror said "You are, you conceited ba*tard" *cutting and scratching of ba*tard* Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts I'm catching applause when I rock the microphone from the heart My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap b**h Crossin DTW, coming into Manhattan Boy my sk**s are stacks, I love to do it from the back My style swarms over ghettoes like crack Go in any hood and puff a blunt with any n***a As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger But I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums Can't save your a** on the block, and you're f**ed if it ain't pop The funk is blowin wattage out your f**in trunks Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps Props I got, coming through your block nine co*ked My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots Don't press it, I hang em like them n***as do in Texas You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace I give props to real MC's like KRS-One Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from The East coast!! Where a n***a like you'd get laughed at And since you came out ga**ed, well I'm closin your gas cap The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the Preacher A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence Lord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with Droppin dope sh** after dope sh**, we're atrocious That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come And I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!!