Lyrics Gimmie One - Album Version (Edited) - Redman

Gilla House, take it from the top like this

Yo, Redman 'Back In Business' like EPM
D whips I drive, I gotta TV 'em
I tour New York down, so B.B. King 'em
Found my way back home like E.T. finger

I rock the arena, you know the drill
Get high, get drunk, grab a and chill
Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action
Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin?

Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson
Foreign feelin? me for my accent
Talk like a boss, I can't complain
When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James

I got Brick City, even D.C.
They all steal for me outta P.C. Riches
I move like a pimp, but I'm far from one
Like Lil' Weez, I got army guns, gimmie 1,

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And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1,)

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And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1,)

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And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1,)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4

Yo, if you don't like me, you, I flex one muscle
Doc got more effects than Kung Fu Hustle
I'm uptown, buyin? the perk
Lookin? cut clean, jeans, Moschino designer shirt

Redman fell off, what the talks about?
I wasn't lettin? y'all swim when the shark was out
Rollin red carpet out, it's Jersey
Me and? em together is like Lil' Seymour and Big Percy

I knew women from high school that picked on me
Now I see? em, they all wanna lick on me
I hood down homie, rock like Bon Jovi
I can work the nightshift like he, Brian Mobley

Brick City boy, my flow is on fire
Disagree, I go in your mouth like Botox
Pick up Pete Rock,, we all cool
Hit the highway and ask, is the CL smooth?

1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1,)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1,)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1,)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and

Yo, your style might be Parkay, but mine butter
That can't break no bread, then why her?
I'm kinda cocky homeboy, did I stutter?
I pop the umbilical cord on my mother

I jumped out the womb, I became a whale
That's hard to harpoon, I need more room
The hood love me, so I keep it real gully
I got handsome, but my flow is still ugly

Turn the treble out the track and I'll jet
The lines in my rhyme is longer than Ikea
I stay on my grind, but when I come up with an Idea
The year, is party over here

It's 5 years I disappeared, but I'm back
And tell Nino Brown and? em that I'm crack
Grab my bozack, middle finger is up
I got your grandma givin? it up, gimmie 1,

1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1,)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1,)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1,)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4