Redman - D.O.G.S. Lyrics

Redman - D.O.G.S. Video

Ha ha ha

Tokin on my indo..

Smokin on a indo..

Lookin through your window.. (chi-chi, blaow!)

Doin what I win doe, ha ha, ha.. it goes

Who that tokin on my indo? Pow!

 

Fragile niggaz get mashed out

(Who dat?) The Funk D-O-C Spock hash mouth rhymer

The Prime Timer, sharper than barber shop liners

Look at my chin ninety degree bent

When I spit I make devils come out East St. Loren (gin!)

I spend so much money on chalk and the indo

My weed supplier need to build a drive through window

My form of art rock, jewels with Clarks

When my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the NARCs

Freak pattern after pattern to leave Angeles Los

The roughest rapper a DJ needle came across

Knock it in your Hummer; if it's too hot dial 9-1-1

Hook off on you like I Know What You Did Last Summer

Your dog is my dog, we dogs when it's thug time

When the fuckin hoes keep that drow in your bloodline

 

Yo, I send this to all my DOG

To my real niggaz that are true DOG

Niggaz who will bust guns for they DOG

Niggaz who will spit ones for they DOG

Niggaz who be rollin deep with they DOG

Niggaz who blaze blunts with they DOG

Niggaz who would do time for they DOG

Niggaz who would diss a bitch for they DOG

 

Yo I'm a dog

I piss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls

Grab the intercom and yell, Fuck you! in the mall

I drop it with the holocaust force, I got balls

I get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than y'alls

I went to college, rockin tie one below outfits

Dropped out, but stuck my friends for college deposits

Nigga, get a country nigga gun bustin

Like they saw Tupac with two glocks still thuggin

Fuckin with a dog like me, I call your name out

While you pussy niggaz Call ID, when I blaze

You step life your wifee got a baby on the way

The way I flex son you think I'm made out of clay

I'm illin, my lyrics on the blocks make the killings

I string your moms out until diapers take to chillin

I don't like to toot my own horn but I'm the shit

And if you hearin me I see you paid that twelve cent

 

So peace to homey $hort DOG

Peace to that funky nigga Snoop DOG

Peace to that old nigga Dirt DOG

Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead DOG

 

...

 

You can call a female a dog too (true)

You can feed they stinkin ass u-canu-bu, DOG

They fuck your enemies and bring the beef to you

You got me, I left a couple in your Fubu

A real raw dog never get jealous

They keep they shit cocked if niggaz try to dead em

So ask 'Face, keep your mind on your money

I keep the stinkin ass hoes doin laundry DOG

 

Cause I'm a dog

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Redman - Pick It Up Lyrics

Redman - Pick It Up Video

Pick it up, pick it up (4X)

If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker

What the fuck you gon do

Pick it up, pick it up (3X)

 

Verse One:

 

While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check

The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque

Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks

Then tap your man back and be like Did you see that??

Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West

Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess

We bless, mics, three times a day

Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels

Strictly laughing at MC's

Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep

Niggaz be like Ahh he changed his style up

Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah

It's nine-six so get with it

Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin

Listen, must we forget, I originated

All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit

That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit

Brick City!! Is where I get down kid

Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince

Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit

 

PPP got the glocks and tecs

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

Say what? Got some fly shit on deck

Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck

PPP got the glocks and tecs

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

 

Verse Two:

 

First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up

Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up

Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas

To all MC's, I love it that you hate us

Drop skills that might send wind chill factors

Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack

Step uncorrect and get blackened

The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men

I don't tote guns I tote funds

While you still puzzled how my antidote runs

Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it

Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it

You remind me of school on a Sunday

No class, beatin all King's down

Doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast

Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz

Back, nobody got the Red shook

Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH

Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me

That's why them hardcore promoters still book me

You shook G... word up... hah hah...

 

If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker

What the fuck you gon do

Pick it up, pick it up

If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground

What the fuck you gon do

Pick her up, pick her up

I keep it fly y'all

Fly fly y'all (5X)

 

Verse Three:

 

Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's

We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees

Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's

We bag for cheese just to get weed

Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese

Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves

Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts

Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch

At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C

S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy

Then freeze.... hah, ha-hah

Where was I? Oh yes

Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress

Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc

Another nigga smoked from impression

Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin

Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped

And I still walk around with the hooked up

Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government

Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic

How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches

And uptown got the la-la spots

And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks

But still, I walk around with the grill

Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real

I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit

Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents

To any, MC who wonder what got in me

To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi

It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot

Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on

*static from radio surfing*

 

Thanks Bill

This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark

We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots

That my camera crew and I had a chance to visit

During our stay in Da Bricks

Although we suffered minor setback this week

When our TV satellite van was stolen

We managed to get around best way possible

We had chances to see spots like

Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave

Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen

19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now

There's someone about to go for their drugs

Or as they would say, stash

Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?

 

(Redman)

Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*

 

This here, is the telephone line

Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark

Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do

Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress

Shhh...

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Redman - Whateva Man Lyrics

Redman - Whateva Man Video

*woman moans*

(E Dub) Microphone check one two

Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?

(Red) Yo, whateva man

(E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck?

(Red) Whateva man

(E Dub) You, you sayin somethin?

(Red) Whateva man

(E Dub) Aiyyo

(Red) Whateva man

(E Dub) Check it, Kool V

 

(I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin

Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin)

 

Verse One: Redman, Sermon

 

Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you

I keep your daughter way out past her curfew

Hard far from commercial

(So what cha mean nigga)

We don't give a fuck when we smoked out

In the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt

From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets

Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks

Aiyyo, can I be SWV?

You the One nigga

Rap Shogun, yes E the one

Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz

Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger

Yo give me dap nigga

What I clap lyrically tap call back

Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse

So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map

I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)

Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me

Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert

Your boombox better form a union

Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond

Niggaz front like they want it

But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted

Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin

So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin

Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician

Of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in

But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin

I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches

That's Masters like the Furious Five

I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog

(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this

 

*woman moaning* (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)

(Sermon and Red harmonizing)

 

(Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?

(E Dub) Whateva man

(Red) You ready to knock this nigga out?

(E Dub) Whateva man

(Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda?

(E Dub) Whateva man

(Red) You ready to start this shit off?

(E Dub) Whateva man

 

Verse Two: Redman

 

I smoked with a lot of college, students

Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it

You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent

I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark

Bigger they come, harder they fall

That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all

I lit my first L before I started to crawl

I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl

But things changed since I was twelve years old

I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes

Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha

Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya

Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch

I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch

Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got

Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher

 

(Red) You ready to roll this weed up?

(E Dub) Whateva man

(Red) You ready to rob this niga?

(E Dub) Whateva man

(Red) You ready to fuck bitch?

(E Dub) Whateva man

(Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor?

(E Dub) Whateva man

 

(E Dub harmonizing again)

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Redman - Doggz II Lyrics

Redman - Doggz II Video

(throughout the song in the background)

Doggz george clinton sample

 

redman

Yo, *barks* yeah

Yeah, yo, yo

 

Where my dogs at dmx sample (throughout redman talking)

 

(verse 1)

Who them niggas

Who will roll up to your front door hand on the pump (doggz nigga)

Kick down the door, and pull out the four,

And lay niggas down for your man getting jumped

What kind of nigga

Drunk of that liquor high as hell with they hands in bitches' drawls

What kind of nigga

Fit that description that I'm talking bout hardcore niggas brawl

And I'm a dog with lockjaw

On the double r

My squad can't be knocked off

We doggz

 

(chorus)

dmx sample (x 8)

 

redman (over samples)

Yeah *barks*

Virginia doggz motherfucker

Virginia doggz

Cincinnati doggz

Chicago doggz

 

(verse 2)

What kind of nigga

Will steal your car at night as soon as you turn off the light?

Pop that steering wheel, hit the club like a quarter till

Wait till a victim get caught in the heist

What kind of nigga

Will fuck your girl gorilla style ass in the air?

When I cum she cum, when she sleep I'm in the safe

Where boyfriend stashed the cake then I'm out of here

I know you not prepared

Doc pop the flares

For the niggas under the stairs

We true doggz

 

(chorus)

 

redman (over samples)

Yeah *barks*

Jersey doggz

Where my california doggz

 

(verse 3)

What kind of nigga will do a bid

And come home doing the same thing again

That kind of nigga

That'll search for that bitch ass nigga who ratted him in

What kind of nigga

Keep his mind on his money, music, not bitches at all (we don't love

Them hoes)

That kind of nigga

That don't care about your ice or vip you getting robbed

So take it off

Right now

Pack my doggz

Fuck who I'm assaulting

Now we true doggz

 

(chorus)

 

redman (over samples)

Yeah *barks*

Canada doggz nigga

Yeah

Baltimore doggz

Yeah

North carolina doggz

Yeah

 

(*barking*) dmx sample (till fade)

 

redman (over samples)

Alabama doggz

Dirty

Brick city

Jerz, jerz

Yeah

Can't forget them ohio doggz out there

 

singers

W-k-y-a

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