paroles de chanson Nigga Whut! (Radio Edit) - Redman

Yo yo whats good my nigga I got it nigga, nigga I got it what you need nigga?
I need that sour! Brick City let's go!
(Verse1)
Yo Redman my nigga, who else?
A double O.G. in the game with two g's on the belt
The flows I create, it'll drown Mike Phelps
Its no sleeping here I'm anti NyQuil
Look at this nigga here, I control the stage
Boy I do it like Moses I part niggas waves
I want lazed chips, that old folks MONEY
You know, getting paid but unemployed like Tommy
Brick city designed me, they don't wanna blame
Banana clip rounded neck that's a food chain
What up Homie, is time getting hard?
Well I'm like an alcoholic, its all about bars
My truck so big, I need a six cars garage,'
And all challengers better dodge
Hey
(Hook)
I got my GAME face on what you know about it?
Im rolling up that Grand daddy what you know about it?
Im driving in an exotic what you know about it?
I pull up my car (errr) and looking at you punk like nigga what?
Nigga what? (verse2)
YES sir, yo I'm on a highway cruising, loving my life
That 808 like yeah the D nice
I've seen Tina and Robin, sitting at the light
I said I beat it up I be the new Mike and Ike
Redman on blast, perfecting the craft
SMOKE all ya cut, then ride off and laugh
All types of girls love Red I ain't mad
Shit I got Islamic women tryna bag dad
Yo you need crack? I move like a cartel
Even smack and B say URL
When the Wu tang sprang out of park hill
I turned up my C.R.E.A.M game getting Carvel
Yo dogs, when times getting hard
I'm like an alcoholic, I'm all about bars
I"m like an AmEx CARD nigga, I take charge
And all challengers better dodge
Hey