paroles de chanson Put It Down - Redman , DJ Kool

I got it, come on, ****
Oh, oh, yeah, yo
Yeah, get, killa

Redman got fire, killa
Shots'll ring your hood when I'm high killa
Shots of Cuervo are **** up my liver
Shots from the cameras on my killas

Girlfriend drunk so I'll jump around wit her
I step inside, you're quiet like a mime, killa
My watch do more things than James Bond, killa
I'ma do it now, I ain't gonna try, killa

Put it down, put it down, put it down, girl
You better grind 'cause you ain't spending mine, girl
When Timbaland plan and I'll do the ground work
Whether you in Tims, Air Force or Converse

Let me see the high **** on the left side
And whole **** smokin' on the right side
You sayin', "**** Gillahouse" **** likewise
This is how I walk up on your ****, hey, put it down

Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, ****, you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(**** you gots to get down)
(How we put it down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(****, you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(**** you gots to get down)
(Show you how we put it down)

Who am I, killa? That dude who arrive, killa
With a blueprint to all your supply, killa
Fifteen percent tint on the 'fire, killa
Sometimes I don't know what's inside, killa

Let me show you how bricks get alive, killa
The Time Warner's of the block, show time, killa
I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain't battlin' her
A gold digger I can see the green mile in her

Put it down, put it down put it down, fool
The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom
"Yo, get up, yo, it's jewelry, it's costume"
Rollin' like drunk cowboys at high noon

Let me see the high **** on the East side
And whole **** get high on the West side
A punk **** outta line, he get checked like
I roll up on his **** and say, hey, put it down

Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, ****, you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(**** you gots to get down)
(How we put it down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(****, you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(****, you gots to get down)
(Show you how we put it down)

Look in my eyes, killa
You see a great ball of fire, killa
My trail is blazin' that's right, I'm high, killa
A hard hip hop hitman for hire, killa
My rims so big, I f*** my alignment up

Grown as hell, I don't throw signs, killa
I continue to Flipmode's like Rhy, digga
Barbershop talk, come, get you a line, killa
It's permanent press steam on the iron, killa

Put it down, put it down, put it down, girl
Wherever you pop **** you get found there
****, you hot, little tacky with the horse hair
Gillahouse, it's your year and it's on, baby

Where them high m**** on the left side?
I know there's drunk m**** on the right side
You sayin', "**** Redman", **** likewise
This is how I talkin' to your ****, hey, put it down

Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, ****, you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(**** you gots to get down)
(How we put it down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(****, you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(****, you gots to get down)
(Show you how we put it down, down)

Gillahouse, gilla here Gotti Click
Yo Brick City, you know what it is
Holla atcha **** boy

Bring 'em back