Redbull Lyrics

Redbull lyrics

[Redman]

 RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on

 Ring the bell so it's time to eat

 Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats

 Bomb isdide the palm

 Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass iron dawn 

 The font of my appartment built like the Klumps

 To carry it I take the spear out the trunk

 I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days

 That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise

 Blast! Don't panic

 Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed?

 Hell nah! I won't tell you son

 If I find a wack idea I sell you one

 Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah

 My lecture's like Hannibal Lecture's

 Where's the ketchup?

 Don't speak on it, shut ya trap

 I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks

 Ah woo, Doc in my own zone

 You say you got the rapgames on, but it's all wrong

 I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softy-truck 

 Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes

 Yeah, ya little fucks

 Gimme ya fucking money!

 

 [Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface]

 

 [Method Man]

 Uhuh, check it

 I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on

 Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong?

 Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp

 If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn

 Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's

 By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on

 First issue got issues

 What is hiphop to Hot Nickles

 It's like Funk Docter's snot tissues, word

 Look at my hand and get the third

 Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear

 Now that's what I call harcore, let's act fool

 Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool

 I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the city

 And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty

 Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe

 In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese

 Ain't no rules to the game, if it hit we ain't planned

 In your business like EPMD So What You Sayin' 

 You codesignin that bullshit yo man tryin

 Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!!

 Slugs flyin

 

 [Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck]

 

 [Inspectah Deck]

 Yo, ya

 Check, the code echos from magazines to the big screen

 Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream 

 Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban

 Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant

 We roll longer than dice in a casino

 Silo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0

 Behind the tinted windows I lay low

 On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0

 But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty

 On third time fellon just hit with over 30

 No worries, style have em so thirsty

 First degree heats are quittin on me 

 Cold turkey, no mercy

 I bring the pain of a hundred migraines

 But a thousand shoutin my name that's why I came

 But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst

 My surroundsound pound ya ear like ... curse

 I flex muslce outside I find a next hustle

 Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle

 Even the best buckle win

 I take it to the exteme

 It gets ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get cream

 This life

 

 [Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface]