| Lyrics: | [Redman]
Aiyyo, dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard
Erykah Badu-izm smoker, vocal chord
woof choker
Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill
nah nah hold up homie) We
takin over!
Gimme your girl, gimme your keys, to your four do' Explorer
Yo Lu-Nile, crack
their composure
(We decompose your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques
When I blast I
wild like them two bitches from Baps
[Luniz]
Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado
like Rudy
Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies
Platinum overseas like the Fugees,
Japanese
Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines
off each other's booty love the
Luniz
I went from smokin dubs to QP's
Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies
and aimin
uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie
Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like
Whoopi
Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause,
cuz big dope had his balls
Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola
Took the
drunkest O-A, and let the X take shit over
No need to get juiced cause it's the
anti-depressant
Smile now but trip later, and put your hand out for the present
Lay down for
fifteen, so your body can feel rest
Kick your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and
think
Chorus: Redman and Luniz
Sex, money, drugs, music
Lies, these are the
things that keep niggaz... |
