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Reginald "Reggie" Noble (born April 17, 1970), better known by his stage name Redman, is an American MC, rapper, DJ, record producer and actor. He came to fame in the early 1990s as an artist on the Def Jam label. He is also well known for his collaborations with Method Man, including their starring roles in films and sitcoms. He was also a member of the Def Squad in the early 1990s. Redman is one-half of the rap duo Method Man & Redman and has been unofficially referred to as the "11th member" of the Wu-Tang Clan. more »

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1997

5:15

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Aiyyo dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard 
Erykah Badu izm smoker vocal chord woof choker 
Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill 
nah nah hold up homie) We takin over! 
Gimme your girl gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer 
Yo Lu Nile crack their composure 
(We decompose your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques 
When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps 

Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy 
Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies 
Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese 
Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines 
off each other's booty love the Luniz 
I went from smokin dubs to QP's 
Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies 
and aimin uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie 
Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi 

Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers 
And wonder the cause, 'cause big dope had his balls 
Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola 
Took the drunkest O-A, and let the X take shit over 
No need to get juiced cause it's the anti-depressant 
Smile now but trip later, and put your hand out for the present 
Lay down for fifteen, so your body can feel rest 
Kick your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and think 

[Chorus: x2]
Sex, money, drugs, music 
Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz... 
"I was hyp-no-tized!" "I'd like to break it down down" 
"Cold turn the party out" "I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down" 
"Cold turn the party out" 
 
Ahh ahh, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday 
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Satur-dayyyyyyah! 
Two lay ya blunt, players with cream 
If I die my spirit will jump inside machines 
Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry) 
I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning 
hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin my backseat 
Freak nasty got me slappin the ass cheeks of Blackstreet 

So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin a disguise 
Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes 
Not knowin I'm trippin, I walks out to my vehic' 
Buckle up for safety on my way to get some cheap shit 
I'm out the parkin lot, sideways on two wheels 
Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real 
Listen to my big block bill cause in the town that's a earful 
Shares and mo' shares, swang if it's good 

Now how I get dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar 
School scholars on knowledge to move dollars 
I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas 
for niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's 
You're facin, the Cochise of operation 
And if you ain't tastin you should steady observations 
Doctor/patient, leavin mics with laceratons 
Love to stay bent with my doggs rollin adjacent (woof!) 
And when they bark they turn your sunny days to dark 
You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks 
I bang rawly, do you orally 
My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40 

[Chorus]

I'm gettin money y'all, I'm gettin money nigga 
Bend your back like Long Isle Iced Teas with five liquors 
Knew about the cheddar since I took my child picture 
sDial 900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches 
Stop complaining, the game is for entertainment 
What is it when niggaz heads gettin covered with blankets? 
It's just a one-eight-seven on your motherfuckin crew 
I'll have your brains doin donuts like you in a rental 
Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin sex with kinfolk 
Blaze high, then smoke 

Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll 
two and two, four deep makes a crew 
Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennesey 
Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me 
Hitters on the payroll, secure because we practice 
Pure ass-kick cures for who's acting drastic 
Drank and buddha blast, callin shots on Motorolas 
One step shy, so I'ma drank until it's over 

Kick this for the fake Versace wearin fake Donna Karan Mossino 
Players we know, ain't no gambino 
Peons be watchin too much Casino, wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi 
But clown you more like Downtown Judy 
Niggaz can't fool me, I love the way you ball outta control 
in your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime 
But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin 
Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen 

[Chorus]

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