Redman - Freestyle from Funk from Hell lyrics

Excuse me ha ha ha ha haaa
Got the Chronic and shit
It's mixed with the bodies bags and shit
Fun-Dac-Spoc comin’ down (Three times)
Huah! yeah! Smoke the Chocolate Time where
The Chronic meets the Ganja -ARGH
Word is Bond (Ma nigga Redman)
Smoke the Chocolate Time where
The Chronics mix togetha
Roll it up, roll it up
Ma nigga D Down, roll it up! (One time)
Ma nigga D Rap, roll it up! (Two times)
Word is Bond

I'd be that jailed mothafucka
Comin' down with sex
Mothafuckas I’d be burnin' just
Like wet Kotex
If you wanna be me The MC, The R&E
Next stop in this movie
Guess what's starring? Me!


You wanna check my resume? Yes! I'm that type
Of nigga that be breakin'
Your bitches' vertebrae
I'm down with ma man Ron G
Me and Keith'd be sippin’ on Dom P

What you gonna do all you
Fake mothafuckas in the back?
If you representin’ then
Let me hear you gun clap
One time up in the air
If you just don't stop!
It’s that Nemma commin' down
Robbin' you for Ces crops!
And Beatbop, real Hiphopers
Wanna flock to this? You can't rock to this
MC’s wanna test my steeze?
I'd be puttin' holes
In body like your body was cheddar cheese!
Now subliminal criminals I'd be desmolishing
MCs be waxin' and polishin' their rhymes
But, I stay with the
Ruggedness, the toughness
The roughness and brokeness
I'm comin' out tha freestyle
Straight out the brain
Smokin' Buddha on the A Train
Well I'd catch you to tha
(One fifty fifth to safe nick and
Get a nick?) for 2 clips
But, I used to smoke Abulas
But now I'm just chillin'
It's that nigga' I give ya'll tip ya feelin'
If you wanna feel this read funk
The 5 stacks commin' down tonight
Get bitches that smack
It they wanna rob me for my cash
Bitch you can kiss the back
Of my ass! Straight
And tell your moms to get me
Corn braze on my liquorous, hickorous
Liquory dot
I'm comin' down with the hip hop
Rob your crews for Ces crops
Comin' down and represent The Hip Hop!
And Def Squad we don't hear nuttin'
You can hear our shit bumpin' all
The way out the Comptom
And wax, blow your blocks
Comin' punk cock, stock, stack with raps
Comin' with'em, I'd smack your raps
Flip the script
Is that nigga I flip keys if I flip a Benz
Yess i got mad and crazy friends
We like to rob mothafuckas and stick
Suckers and jam like smuckers
You wanna do? And I ran through your
Whole fuckin' crew just like the flu
The Funk Docta' Spoc got shit lock, all you
Bitches can suck a bold of this
A tip of this cock
I'd be the mellow-ous Jenness juice drinker
Wanna get down?
Used to thinka I turned your pinka'
Turned your blinka' if you wanna turn left
If you wanna step to me Redman's past deaf
I'm just seized
I'd slide in you without grease!
Plus, I gettin' down lyrical bop bop bop bop
Down with ma man Ron
G wanna get down drinkin' Dom Pérignon?
Bombing mothafuckas like in lived in Lebanon
Said it!
Wanna get down? USI un let it's cut back
Gun straps hit ya ass from tha back when
I have to come in stacks
Blow the whole frame off the train one time
I'd be that nigga flowing your
Brain and blowed your mind up the stacks
Represent the uptown connection
If you wanna get down I'd
Be bustin' in your section!
Fuck that, Def Squad rappa' Zip
Plus Redman is extra swift
(Big Shack, Big Gene, ma nigga Stiff Ill
You know the deal)
(Hot shit, two thousand shit) enjoy!