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Lyrics for Slide and Rock On by Redman:
| | | Artist: | Redman |
| | Album: | Dare Iz a Darkside | | Track: | Slide and Rock On | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 168 | | | | Lyrics: | Intro:
Yo this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in the
holdin pen with
me in central booking
Welcome to the system
[Ha ha ha haaaa! Yeahhh!
Motherfuckers!
Coming to you live from Newark New Jersey]
[Hey Redman would
you roll that blunt and get me fucked up]
Fucked up [all night] all night
[Hey
Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up]
Fucked up [all night] all night
[Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker]
Verse One:
Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic
I come wtter 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 Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY
Who is that nigga
that's comin six billion feet
I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th
Street
I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly
Look at the
letter-coated afro like my man Shaft would be
The new vroom, crisp like chicken and Chinese
food
I'm just like The Whispers here to put you in the mood
[Jumpin Jersey] Yeah you
heard me, got more family than the Partridge
Roll the red carpet for Red from here to corner
markey
You're tryin me, I'm a menace of society, right
[Yo yo they killed your
style] Yo yo, I ain't lettin shit ride
Droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms
Covering my dick, plus I'm diesel like all of them
Chorus: Repeat 2X
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [somebody, help
meeeeee!] Rock rock on, you
gotta rock rock on
[You gotta rock on] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock
rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Verse Two:
My momma used to tell me
turn that shit the fuck off
So I had to play like Foxy and get off [get off]
My shit
was thick I bought a clip then cocked my own grip at honeydips
Cause moms made enough loot
just to pay the bills with, beeitch
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 thai-one suits
And ClienTEL, I'm
drinkin Ballentine L in hell
So Redman rock well before our record sell
Then my moms
crib was jacked by the jealous
[And if ya ain't come back] Is what the base-head used to
tell us
[Yo fellaz!] Our whole scheme sinkin like boats
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
Chorus
Verse Three:
Whassup! I tickle your putty-cars with my loonie raps
on groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts
From my city I
spread it all 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 just like bamboo, my crewsa 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 pay phonesssahh! *dial tone | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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