Redman - Basically lyrics
[Redman - Basically lyrics]
Aw shit! Hey dudes my interludes
More fatter than most niggas LPs
So don't sell me the stale cheese
I'm more nicer than Little
Red Robin Hood's grandmama
Puffing on ganja, sipping on a, Cherry Bianca
My grand finale's like an
Alley when it's rowdy
Kick more bars than the penile G
And let my nine cock loudly
Click click, bee yow, bang, booyaka
What am I do to ya?
It's something new to ya, like screwing ya
All over my studi ah
Ride on my MP-60 and let
The S-950 squeeze your titties
That quickly I hooked you
Now fix me with your lips bi
-atch, unloosen my belt thinking
To grab the crotch
But before you do move my Glock
Before it shoot my cock
And see basically them trick
Bitches get no dough (word)
And see basically Redman album is no joke
(word) and see basically I don't get
Caught up at my label (word)
Cause, I kill when they fuck with
Food on my dinner table (word)
I drop a punchline at lunchtime
Cause, I'm a Close Encounter
Of the None Kind with dumb rhymes
I battle all of y'all at one time
So fuck all you fools out
There with the large vocabulary
In your sentence, I don't need that
Shit to pay my rent with, huh
And to the nosey snake-ass hoes I ask you
Why you be acting all fly when
Your monkey-ass work at fast food?
And why is it every time
That a multi-platinum artist
Always use the underground to
Make a comeback?
Is it fair to the hardcore niggas that rap?
That don't give a fuck about the radio
Plus the next bitch at that?
And being hardcore is not about wearing
High-tech boots and black skully hats
And making fake-ass frowns because
Your best buddy packs
Think about it sip on a chocolate thai
And let your brain fall out of focus
This is another episode
Coming live from the Funkadelic man himself
More fatter than most niggas LPs
So don't sell me the stale cheese
I'm more nicer than Little
Red Robin Hood's grandmama
Puffing on ganja, sipping on a, Cherry Bianca
My grand finale's like an
Alley when it's rowdy
Kick more bars than the penile G
And let my nine cock loudly
Click click, bee yow, bang, booyaka
What am I do to ya?
It's something new to ya, like screwing ya
All over my studi ah
Ride on my MP-60 and let
The S-950 squeeze your titties
That quickly I hooked you
Now fix me with your lips bi
-atch, unloosen my belt thinking
To grab the crotch
But before you do move my Glock
Before it shoot my cock
And see basically them trick
Bitches get no dough (word)
And see basically Redman album is no joke
(word) and see basically I don't get
Caught up at my label (word)
Cause, I kill when they fuck with
Food on my dinner table (word)
I drop a punchline at lunchtime
Cause, I'm a Close Encounter
Of the None Kind with dumb rhymes
I battle all of y'all at one time
So fuck all you fools out
There with the large vocabulary
In your sentence, I don't need that
Shit to pay my rent with, huh
And to the nosey snake-ass hoes I ask you
Why you be acting all fly when
Your monkey-ass work at fast food?
And why is it every time
That a multi-platinum artist
Always use the underground to
Make a comeback?
Is it fair to the hardcore niggas that rap?
That don't give a fuck about the radio
Plus the next bitch at that?
And being hardcore is not about wearing
High-tech boots and black skully hats
And making fake-ass frowns because
Your best buddy packs
Think about it sip on a chocolate thai
And let your brain fall out of focus
This is another episode
Coming live from the Funkadelic man himself