Hold Dis Blaow!
Redman
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Red's gone wild Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit Gilla nigga, and we abide by the blueprint We ain't all loud, holla and whoopin Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nothin' You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin' I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy And even for that cake I'll f*ck Lil' Debbie Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore Get shut down! Yeah, knock your mans off Wouldn't trade places if you ? or Randolph Shorty shorty, give me that body Start a riot 'til security on the walkie Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it! [Chorus] You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit You could hold dis blaow! Real street (real street) Real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit You could hold dis blaow! And niggas is, nig' And niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me You could hold dis blaow! Gilla House foundation (yeah) Gilla House foundation (aww yeah) Gilla House foundation (thorough niggas, no, no!) Gilla House foundation (monkey niggaz) Yo, Gilla nigga, era, f*ck you, pay me Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key It's like Janet, "What Have You Done for Me, Lately?" Nothin', I blew up, you try to inflate me Dog, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood So when you get here show a whole lot of love Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a truck I don't condone, I got kids to relate to "Redman Gone Wild" - hear the new debut Fox 5 a nigga, boy that's great news Now I'm back in the, hood like Grey Goose Who gon' stop me? I'm razor sharp With Gilla niggas front line, and Jay the boss Y'all chicken ass niggas blood made of broth But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New York So all you West Coast niggas, get that money Cause these Brick City dudes get that money It's gonna be, one pussy that'll act funny ("Yo I'm gon' get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin'") Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy ? I'm fucked up, I slipped my own self a mickie Doin' dirty, I'm triple-X "XXX" like Vin Dies' Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy's Shorty shorty, give me that body Start a riot 'til security on the walkie Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin' Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it! [Chorus] Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla Yeah, Gilla niggas (Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla) Thorough niggaz Monkey niggas (blam)
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Written by: REGGIE NOBLE, DOMINIQUE OWENS, KEVIN DELANCE SCOTT, DAYNA STINSON, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE
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