Erick Sermon React Lyrics

React Lyrics

(Feat. Redman)
[Intro]
Just blaze, yeah
Check me out now
Yo, yo, yo,
yo, check me out now
Yo, yo, yo,
Let me hear ya say
Uh huh, uh huh, uh
huh
Put your hands in the air everybody, c'mon
Where them dogs
at

Hey yo, I'm immaculate, come through masculine
Wide-body frame,
E-dub's the name, whoa
In the field of rap, I'm supurb, I'm fly
I should
be in the sky with birds
I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo
(Hey yo,
them Timbs nigga)
I know, I keep 'em clean though
Come through stormin'
the block like El Nino
Scoop up an average chick before she close
She
goes, those my people
Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them key
folks
Yeah, watch how the "E" locs 64
Black rags, black interior, shift
on the floor
Burn out, I do it for the kids
They're hoppin' it turn
style, the "E" goin' wild
Yo, like them white chicks on a DVD
Yeah, I'm
worldwide, MTV and BET, nigga

[chorus]
Whateva' she said, then I'm
that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react
Whateva' she said, then I'm
that
If this here rocks to y'all, then react

Yo, do I gotta go ape or
go nutty
I leave your eye like a 9-9 biz-buggy, puffy
Brit niggas get real
ugly
Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky
Mug me, I ain't got
nothin' but four figures
And weed and hash chopped in the coffee
blender
My shots like squeegy men on your window
Usual suspect, I'm the
crippled member
Get away when I sat down in the office
Heat in my 'lac
keep me walkin' awkward
While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it
The
mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it
Yo' bitch is my bitch when it's
over
No Cristall, I'll pour duck with King Cobra

Out in the Nova,
don't bother
My knee not brown, cost is a shot down the
quarter

[chorus]

Hey yo Red, he's over (Word?) with his shit
right now
Watch this, told
ya
Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chillin', I'm milk
I'm that kid
Gizmo, which y'all billin'
Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it's
me
Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal & Free
When the pen hit the pad,
the evil in me come out
Total recall for people to breathe

I got dogs
in the backyard shittin' their lawns
We got chickens ain't leaving 'till six
in the morning
Round and round we go, circle the arena
Leave the party, go
straight to the Marriott
Dozy-doe, we're cowboys with a saddle-lac
Rodeo
with 20 fours on the Cadillac
What your name is, yo, R.E.D.
Crack cost
money, but the "E" is free, yeah

[chorus] until fade