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Wkya (drop)
Redman Song Lyrics
(radio announcer) This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City The weather is callin for it to be hotter than a MOTHERFUCKER out there So crack a brew, roll a blunt, cause the phone lines are open right now We've expanded to cities like Atlanta, D.C., Tampa, Chicago Dallas, Memphis, Detroit and L.A. So call in now, 1-800-High-as-a-Motherfucker That's 1-800-,High-as-a-MOTHERFUCKER!! DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it.. DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it.. (Redman) Yo, when I walk I stalk like a dog (AROOF!) Writin fuck ya hometown on ya wall (AROOF!) WKYA! Them niggaz that'll whip out the dick and piss ALL in your gar-ments When I come around, son lay 'em down This Homey the Clown play around so pay it now Sweepin the block up, Mayor Doc, he in town Ridin the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin! I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin Gaspin like it's Aspen, no air Beef we bring it on with tap shoes and hope the po'-po' there Graduated, they said Red would go nowhere (uh-uh) Now, SOURCE AWARDS, ride a water buffalo there Polo Gear, holes in it, the fo'-fo' wear Ass out, check the weather report for cold air (brrrr) On your hottest day of the summer, I snowmobile in Stack new jacks in the Carter, blow the building It's WKYA muh'fucker Bringin trouble your way, so duck muh'fucker! Yeahh! Two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand pounds of guerilla shit funk fo' yo' ass motherfucker! Bricks to Brook-nam, we hold it down, PPP Def Squad Ya tell me once and I'll tell you again Pull out the mac-10 and rob yo' friend, yeahhh! (Fucker) WKYA (We kickin yo' ass) |
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