Redman, Oh No - Lay You Out lyrics
[Redman, Oh No - Lay You Out lyrics]
Aw man ha ha
Ah ha ha oh No, what's good baby?
What up, money? Redman in the building, baby
Ah ha ha ha ha yezzir
Let's Go yeah! Ow! yeah! Uh!
Funk Doc up in the building
Yo, Oh No is in the building
Ay, pass that video game sound
Break 'em down
Let's go! yeah, break 'em down
Hey, where's your street fighters?
We run the globe and fly just to get higher
Look, I'm like Cali wind 'cause I blaze fire
The terrorizer right beside ya
Sizin' up them riders that
Think they get live-r y'all ain't live-r
Y'all chumps dead on arrival
I'll roundhouse you soon as the sound goes
(final)
I go psychosomatic, damn it, it's my goal
Might go automatic, it damage ya life
So, if anybody wanna come test out the Ox
Watch i'll put a big scar on ya
Chest just like Sagat got
Let my second hand grab you in the hot box
And throw you all into the
Door lookin' for more knock
Knock-knock, it's Doc No and the Funk Doc
Brick City, Ox City runnin' this spot hot
With Capcom, I'll cap off til' they cap's off
(bam)
Cap pull, like a caption, then smash off
Get 'em hell yeah
My crew don't fuck around we'll lay you down
It can be any around the clock is movin' now
We'll lay you down you can hear the sound
My crew don't fuck around we'll lay you down
Yo, now I'm hittin' emcees like ar-yu-ken
(shoryuken)
In the Cadillac where I rock my music n -
(record scratch) with an attitude
Boy, I'm ruthless
All in the hood, baby, actin' stupid
Boy, you're useless
I keep video game sound greener than Blanka
I lay 'em on they back til'
The clock is time up
Yeah, you wanna fight, then line up
It's like Terminator lookin' for O'Connor
It's not for minors, it's only for the pros
Oh No, hit 'em high (Ay yo Doc, hit'em low)
I can smell beef when I walk through the door
That's why I carry the 'K like I'm solo
Yeah bro, you want problems
I'll give it to ya
And run back, tell ya block what I did to ya
Put ya ear to it, and get stomped out
Street Fighter, boy, nobody pull guns out
Let's get it
Oh No yeah, yeah ha continue?
(Record scratch) Nine yeah, yeah
(Record scratch) Eight
(Record scratch) Seven (Record scratch) Six
(Record scratch) Five (Record scratch) Four
(Record scratch) Three (Record scratch) Two
(Record scratch) One (Record scratch) You
(Record scratch) Lose uh
Funk Doc, Oh No in the motherfuckin' building
Let's get it yeah ha ha
Oh go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Blaow
Ah ha ha oh No, what's good baby?
What up, money? Redman in the building, baby
Ah ha ha ha ha yezzir
Let's Go yeah! Ow! yeah! Uh!
Funk Doc up in the building
Yo, Oh No is in the building
Ay, pass that video game sound
Break 'em down
Let's go! yeah, break 'em down
Hey, where's your street fighters?
We run the globe and fly just to get higher
Look, I'm like Cali wind 'cause I blaze fire
The terrorizer right beside ya
Sizin' up them riders that
Think they get live-r y'all ain't live-r
Y'all chumps dead on arrival
I'll roundhouse you soon as the sound goes
(final)
I go psychosomatic, damn it, it's my goal
Might go automatic, it damage ya life
So, if anybody wanna come test out the Ox
Watch i'll put a big scar on ya
Chest just like Sagat got
Let my second hand grab you in the hot box
And throw you all into the
Door lookin' for more knock
Knock-knock, it's Doc No and the Funk Doc
Brick City, Ox City runnin' this spot hot
With Capcom, I'll cap off til' they cap's off
(bam)
Cap pull, like a caption, then smash off
Get 'em hell yeah
My crew don't fuck around we'll lay you down
It can be any around the clock is movin' now
We'll lay you down you can hear the sound
My crew don't fuck around we'll lay you down
Yo, now I'm hittin' emcees like ar-yu-ken
(shoryuken)
In the Cadillac where I rock my music n -
(record scratch) with an attitude
Boy, I'm ruthless
All in the hood, baby, actin' stupid
Boy, you're useless
I keep video game sound greener than Blanka
I lay 'em on they back til'
The clock is time up
Yeah, you wanna fight, then line up
It's like Terminator lookin' for O'Connor
It's not for minors, it's only for the pros
Oh No, hit 'em high (Ay yo Doc, hit'em low)
I can smell beef when I walk through the door
That's why I carry the 'K like I'm solo
Yeah bro, you want problems
I'll give it to ya
And run back, tell ya block what I did to ya
Put ya ear to it, and get stomped out
Street Fighter, boy, nobody pull guns out
Let's get it
Oh No yeah, yeah ha continue?
(Record scratch) Nine yeah, yeah
(Record scratch) Eight
(Record scratch) Seven (Record scratch) Six
(Record scratch) Five (Record scratch) Four
(Record scratch) Three (Record scratch) Two
(Record scratch) One (Record scratch) You
(Record scratch) Lose uh
Funk Doc, Oh No in the motherfuckin' building
Let's get it yeah ha ha
Oh go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Blaow