Redman - Green Island lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(yeah, he's so funky, smoke the Maui wowi)
Who is them niggas Redman and Reggie Noble?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(He's so funky, whoa, whoa)
Who is them niggas Redman and Reggie Noble?
Nah, nah, check it out, check it out

Motherfucking ladies and gentleman
My style's rugged like Timberland
When I clock dividends women give
Me more love than Wimbledon, uh
My style flow local like New Jersey transit
And I can't stand it
And you'll need Teddy to unjam
It when I cram it
I'm from, N to the E, W-A-R-K
Newark NJ got the AK
When I wave bitch you better say "Heey!"
I'm a Kid From the Hall
I got big balls to make your pussy


Walls drip in your lace drawers
Hey boy this is the way the East
Coast swing it so bring it
Man, I turn your ass Brown-er than
James with the Sex Machine shit
I keep the chronic patrol on the road
In case you're wondering why I keep mad izm
'Cause, I smoke everybody else's shit up
My style's the ultimate funk
When I mic checka, one two checka
And I give effects to niggas
With my Black and Decker, so check
The manuscript, man you flipped
Put it down if you can't handle it
Got a BRCG, Blunt Rollers College Graduate
I got a degrees in Physics on
How high I can get
Then next I check how many niggas
That can die from my TEC
Cause the N-E W-A-R-K
Is where the niggas robbin' and stealin'
And buckin' niggas every day
Now Jersey's on max so pass the
Dutchie on the left hand side
Got the hidash, in case we cridash
In my ride
So, sliiiide, before I call the medics
You can bet, bitch
You couldn't get fly if you was FedEx
Can I, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya?
Strong as ammonia
Smell it from here to California
'Cause Reggie Noble dropped that cock
Named Noble at Sunoco
I'm better than rice and beans when
I rock you ocho to ocho
My music more underground than a
Kid at 300 XL convertible, fuel-injected
That's why my style's well-respected
I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz
On my didealz
And chumps are wondering what two
Niggas dropped the funk, funk!

(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who is them niggas, who is them niggas
Who is dem niggas Redman and Reggie Noble
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who is them niggas, who is them niggas
Reggie Noble, drop the funk one time

Verbally you never heard of me
I smoke you third degrees
And 'cause surgery for emergency 'cause
Reggie Noble known like burglary
I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets (Hey)
'Cause it take a million niggas to
Stop it just like Chuck did
'Cause we run around Newark with
The nine on cock
Keep it heated for the brothers
That's not off my block
And if ya don't know the flavor
Be a tough guy and enter
So go show you more nigga
Events than Jacob Javit's center
I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your canines
Cops, I got the hot Glock
Stocked for when it's playtime
I rock around the Robin tweet
Tweet on the calendar
'Cause you couldn't pull my number if
Your class major was Algebra
I make bitches moan to
My Stallone without Sylvester
'Cause, I'm more deadlier than a
Whole school system of asbestos so check us
I always smoke mad blunts before breakfast
'Cause, I, get Around like 2Pac with
Poetic in my Justice
Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight
I'm Super like my man Cat
'cause I keep my styles jam packed
I (wreawow) like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby
You could tell the tracks was fat
From the work of my MP-60
I smoke the chronic that's why
My sinus always fucked up (Cam boo
Cam boo cam boo) Will have you fucked up
I blaze blunts with my nigga Mel-low, yo
Say hello (Yo, what up dog?)
Really, now pass the second blunt to Quilly

Now sit your big ass down 'cause I
Don't know about this rap stuff
There wasn't rap when I was pickin' cotton
Saying 'massa' y'all young whippersnappers
With the caps on backwards
Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick
A bone out yo' ass quick
(Watch out now) I ain't bullshittin'
I represent the O-O-O-O-OG's
From '43 goddamnit and if you keep on
With that dirty mistreating
I'm gon' whoop your ass 'til
Your heart stop beating goddamnit

Ayo, chronic bubonic
The funky bionic you find it
I'll have to rewind it
Where minds are blinded, "Time 4 Sum Aksion"
So time to find it
I'm smoked out like a cookout, ah, look out
My dick's out that was last album when I was
Bouncing on trains like Malcolm
I was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldn't survive
That's why I quit my nine
To five and got live
Because this "hip to the hop"
Shit fills my pockets
And I'm Audi for '94 because
I already got my props
Hoes, hoes, and more hoes

Nah nah nah nah n nah
On the real though, on the real
All jokes aside, word is bond
I'ma come pick you up tomorrow (Nah nah)
We gon get some drinks (Fuck that)
Get the boodah
(Nah) , get the hiddash (Ohhkay)
And we gon chill, we gon smoke (Fuck you)
We gon get fucked up (Nah, nah)
We gon go right to the deacon and party
(Nah, uh uh) word is bond on the real
(Lies lies lies! LIES)
Yo c'mon B (Yo, fuck the lyin')
I'm forreal I'm forreal this time, god
(I remember what you did to me last album
Pussy ass)
I'm forreal nah nah, check this out
On the real this time (You be gamin', god)
I'm not gon front on you word is bond
(You be gamin', forreal)
We gon go right to the
Muthafuckin' deacon and chill, nigga!
(Forreal man?) word up!
(Pshh, a'ight man word up
Don't play me yo Anyway where
The fuck the deacon at?)
A heh my DEAC-in yo mouth! Heheheh hahahahaha
(Yo fuck you)