Oooh
[Redman] * Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Get your ass
up, and let's get ill That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your
bluff And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City)
[Pos] Yo, don't
scandalize mine I spent too much time Straight talk with the catch to
etch my line walk Never fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes
there?
[Dove] Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the
Bear Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare
[Pos] While
we rockin it, I'll rock in it (rock in it) Like the little ball inside the
spray can Providing three coats for both child, woman and man
Chorus
One: Redman
God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to Wall It go -
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry
click It went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
[Pos] It ain't my fault
your ass is on the ashphalt Got your chin touched by my fam who though you
brought harm, you see I'm iced out like a glass of tea Better yet,
oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me Slidin' up and down the court, but
I don't think you can D Why try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke
Skywalk' Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game Like
them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drug A life
filled with (*TWEET*) that's what thugs love Snatch you fast, wrap that ass
in the rug of your choice while it muffles your voice
[Dove] Now
when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold Cause if you
don't, you'll see the bubbles come up We run up a tab and gladly add a
little extra for miss Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to
kiss
[Pos] Most crews are post-current while we're forever Direct
beats that's contagious, loved by all ages Graduated from the
you-and-I-versity of hard-hitters, for real
Chorus Two:
Redman
I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the
shine And get - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, if you a fat chick gettin
your fuck on tonight Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, put your hands
opposite to the ground if you're lovin our sound Go - oooh, oooh, oooh,
oooh! Yo, and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me down Go - oooh,
oooh, oooh, oooh!
[Dove] Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did
me wrong I had plans to buy more land, plant corn Bust kernels on heat,
work hard like wetbacks Set backs is gonna get my ass to be
hostile Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat Big money's make the big
decisions Keep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermission Back to the
second half of the feature flick Dick stacks and fuck rap
[Pos] I
had a name for makin paper since paper mache Now my dollar coins join pounds
of yen for play While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker You don't
make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to God
damn
[Redman] Damn God, you're killin it Should incorporate it,
invest half a mil' in it Rap cats talk with no will in
it
[Pos] Soundin like they virtual This joint'll hurt you,
yo
[Dove] Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got
robbed (shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) They did a job Took all my goodies out
from under the tree, except the CD's of shiny-suit rappers and flossin
emcees who fail at takin it to rhyme degrees
[Pos] Man, you know
no wack poems get no play in our homes You need to not get nappy with
me Or else we gon' "relax your mind, let your conscious be
free"
Chorus Three: Redman
Yo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya
up in the stands Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! To my women that'll throw
they hands against they punk-ass man Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh! Yo, if
you never been shot or stabbed Brick City go - oooh, oooh, oooh,
oooh! Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke - oooh,
oooh, oooh, oooh! |