Redman - Slide and Rock On lyrics

Yo, this blunt is for all the niggas that was
In the holding pen with me in central booking
Welcome to the system

Rock on, rock on
Yo here comes that Funkadelic
I come wetter than Purple Rain, I bust brains
The Funk Doctor Spock, got the Glock
Now I'm smokin out your sess spot
I rock from here to Bed Stuy
I hit the spot like XY
Who is that nigga that's
Comin six billion feet
I roll my funk and fontum leaf even
Smoke a blizz with 18th Street
I come massively with sneaky
Styles like Dick Dastardly
Look at the leather coat and afro
Like my man Shaft would be the new vroom
Crisp like chicken and Chinese food

Yeah you heard me
Got more family than a Partridge
Roll the red carpet for Red
From here to corner market
You're tryin' me, I'm a menace of society
Right

Dropping the verbs and nouns
Antonyms and homonyms
Govna Mattic plus I'm diesel like Don and 'em

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

My mama used to tell me "turn
That shit the fuck off"

My shit was thick, I bought a
Clip then clocked my own grip, had honeydips
'Cause moms made enough loot just
To pay the bills with, beeyotch!
Selling bags from uptowwwwn
Me and Lester put our money together now
We got the block locked down
31 to local A Train's, Hoboken
I took the back way
New Jersey transit cops were open
I'm hopin, that they don't go inside my boots
'Cause we had everything
From jewelry to Todd 1 suit's and ClienTEL
I'm drinkin Ballentine Ale in hell
So Redman rock well before our record sell
Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous

'Cause Les mixed biz with pleasure when
We shoulda stuck to lactose
But every good thing comes to a end
With no ends, on the block, sellin weed again
My moms tried to make me go to school
I just didn't listen
Got locked up, now I'm all in the system
Listen

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

Whassup! I tickle your putty-cats
With my loonie raps on groovy tracks
I make new jacks catch
Convulsions like groupie acts
From my city I spread it on like Jiffy
It's a mystery
My spliff be live like 145th be
I mold like Clay
And roll Dice just like Andrew
I stay "Strapped" like Bamboo
My Cruiser got mad handle
Whatever, the weather be
I got mental telepathy
So throw your bombest rapper and
Watch me intercept MC's
I keep my car underground just like the Lords
Even though I'm known like all the
Four wheels on the course
So let me pull up to
Your bumper like Grace Jones
'Cause my shit be WAY off
The hook like payphones aHH! dial tone