Текст песни Do What Ya Feel - Redman
Intro:
Redman
Hahahahahaaa
Follow...
just
do
what
ya
feel
and
I'ma
follow
I'ma
follow...
Just
do
what
ya
feel
and
we
gon
follow
Just
do
what
ya
feel
and
I'ma
follow
(2X)
Haha,
Meth-Tical
Verse
One:
Method
Man,
Redman
Who
wanna
flip
with
the
acrobatic
From
ground
zero
all
the
way
to
attic,
what
we
be
smokin,
Tical
The
resevoir
is
now
open
I
swim
the
English
Channel
backstrokin,
you
don't
know
me
or
my
style
We
hold
court
and
blow
trial
You
catch
'cal
when
you
browse
through
my
X-Files,
who
be
next
now
Man's
down,
hands
down
Foreground
by
your
side
when
it
go
down,
I
dedicate
this
next
dart
To
my
fucking
heart
Little
Meth
he
the
best
part,
now
walk
with
that
one,
word
Time
Time
4 Sum
Aksion
Dreamin
bout
Toni
Braxton,
blowin
her
back
out
like
Bob
Baglin
I'm
throwin
wrestling
holds
Tag
team
with
Funk
Doc,
we
in
funk
mode,
take
yo'
best
shot
If
it
don't
hip
it
don't
hop
If
it
don't
quit
it
don't
stop,
that's
the
life
I
be
the
super-lyrical
individual
I
be
splittin
through
That
Teflon
material
to
knock
Big
Ben
off
of
schedule
Better
move
with
a
set
of
tools
I
be
doin
it
to
mics
when
I'm
a,
heterosexual
I
load
the
mic
then
cock,
drop
it
like
three-quarters
When
I
slaughter
don't
get
caught
in
the
water
Cause
the
Brick's
got
it's
own
World
Order
Leave
your
bitch
in
shock
like
the
third
rail
caught
her
Styles
stay
deeper
than
orca,
I
float
the
seven
seas
with
ease
Did
more
drugs
than
pharmacies
So
call
me
that
lyrical
Genovese,
you
can't
compare
Get
you
steppin
like
stairs,
frats,
sororities
Don't
make
me
bring
it
on
back
I
fuck
up
the
majority
Of
niggaz
lookin
hard
at
me,
I
Port
em
like
Authority
And
when
my
nigga
Meth
shine
Out
the
inner
How
High
mobile
rollin
three
dimes
at
a
time
(Erick
Sermon)
Redman
and
Method
Man
still...
(Hiiiigh
hiiiiiiiiigh)
It's
that
Jersey
representer
Get
hit
from
the
bottom
to
your
head
when
you
enter
Word...
Just
do
what
ya
feel
and
I'ma
follow
(3X)
Funk
Doc
break
it
down
Verse
Two:
Redman,
Method
Man
Yo,
suck
my
dick
out
of
animosity
The
velocity
will
fly
that
head
and
freeze
your
camps
like
pottery
To
give
lobotomies
to
all
you
rap
colonies
And
shunt
your
million
dollar
investment,
to
economy
Impossibly
might
be
the
one
in
black
leather
Name
tag
sayin
'caution
when
wet
by
the
track
wetter'
The
hash
spreader,
I
love
the
grimy
shit
Even
my
girl
did
grimy
shit
to
me
and
I
went
back
with
her
Three
years
for
carrying
a
loaded
handgun
But
it's
forever
when
a
nigga
(chik-chik
BLAAAOW)
and
he
lands
one
To
your
cranium
That
red
dot
on
your
forehead
it's
not
cause
you
Arabian
(Yo
watch
you
say
to
him!)
You
caught
up
in
a
tight
situation
I
should
start
erasin
your
whole
organization
for
makin
Wack
tunes
while
my
whole
platoon
rock
the
basement
You
couldn't
come
close
if
I
gave
you
my
bookin
agent
Or
producer,
royalty
points
twelve
shot
loaded
Luger
Even
a
crowd
to
get
you
souped
up,
you're
still
wack
I
peel
caps,
on
the
regular
Destroy
MC's
et
cetera,
creep
like
The
Predator
Fuck
you,
your
label
moms
and
your
editor
Give
you
two
to
the
jugular,
blood
be
spreadin
All
on
my
shirt,
the
king
of
the
flirt
shittin
Bitches
hit
me
off
more
than
New
Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet,
tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I
make
them
pigs
heart
skip
a
beat
from
the
steel
physique
So
Iron
Lung
(born
to
wonder)
Get
on
the
mic
and
break
em
off
a
sumthin
sumthin
We
moonshine
and
grow
crops
Purchasin
the
handhelds
with
the
sure
shots,
it
got
me
spittin
These
slugs
at
my
competition,
in
rap
sessions
U-A-P
ain't
got
no
weapon,
you
lip
professin
Next
in,
line,
parental
discretion
advised
These
explicit,
street
linguistics
Better
than
yo'
momma
biscuits,
we
bomb
shellin
I
might
know
but
ain't
tellin,
too
bad
you
missed
it
Johnny,
Dangerously
Blaze
another
enemy
made
another
due
paid
Color-safe
bleach
so
I
don't
fade
Scar
your
mental
with
my
double
edged
blade,
razor
sharp
Get
yo'
bandaids
hold
that
Like
E
said,
Get
the
Bozack,
show
them
wack
niggaz
where
the
do's
at
On
the
case
like
I'm
Kojak
Kissin
the
grits
on
that
Flo
bitch,
flip
scripts
take
LOOONG
shits
Raider
Ruckus
One,
I
come
with
premeditated
redrum
Gingivitis
to
your
filthy
ass
gums
Bottom
line
either
get
down
or
get
done
Motherfucker.
1 Rollin'
2 Soopaman Luva 3
3 What U Lookin' 4
4 Yesh Yesh Ya'll
5 Da Bump
6 Creepin'
7 Smoke Buddah
8 Rock da Spot
9 On Fire
10 Intro
11 Iz He 4 Real
12 Welcome (Interlude)
13 Case Closed
14 Chicken Head Convention (Skit)
15 Do What Ya Feel
16 The Stick Up (Skit)
17 It's Like That (My Big Brother)
18 Da Ill Out
19 Soopaman Luva 3 Interview (skit)
20 Pick It Up
21 Skit
22 Whateva Man
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