Bo2 Lyrics - Blackout! 2 - Redman

Check it out, yo 

I be like yiggy, yes y'all, doctor on call 

I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall 

Got flow like the rappers in Great George 

Got weed? I got blunt, My name Jamal 

I pause, flick the ash from my L 

I pause like Run and Jason Mizell 

The emcee is me, host for the night 

Papa Doc, only thing I don't choke on the mic 

I choke a bitch out and my gwap ain't correct 

Then with my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque 

I love trucks but drop-tops is the best 

From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex, watch me 

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Ha ha, she like red so cool 

Any nigga after me, it's a deja vu 

Doc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes 

Just watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it 

Hop in my truck and roll up the window 

Ayo, you know what you in for 

Once we turn the corner, light up the endo 

Ayo, ayo, ayo 

Oh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo 

Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough 

Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk 

Ayo, ayo, ayo 

Who these corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my hall? 

Mama's in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog 

Me, I want a lil' somethin', y'all could have it all 

I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draws 

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That's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin' floor 

With ten per cent method, only plug somethin' poor 

And still I keep it funky like four plus one more 

Get this money like 'In God We Trust', trust your boy 

It's a given, livin' this life it was written 

Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is missing 

Blow my piff in the air, key the ignition 

Then get to lane switchin', pluckin' ashes off the clip and 

Mammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde 

If anybody try to 'Kill Bill', it'll probably be the bride 

Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine 

And now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime 

Now hop in my truck and roll up the window 

Ayo, you know what you in for 

Once we turn the corner, light up the endo 

Ayo, ayo, ayo 

Oh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo 

Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough 

Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk 

Ayo, ayo, ayo 

Yo, I got my swagger on and I feel great 

Funk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases 

I network on MySpace real late 

Hoping my apple make me another Bill Gates 

Around my crib, look how I live 

I'm a slob but crip niggas say I get biz 

Anywhere I did a show women sayin' that I'm 

So amazing 

Yeah, another mic, another night and the day's end 

Another heist, another kite in the state pen 

My state business shit, y'all dudes just break wind 

New York nigga, either you're made mice or made men 

I do the dirt that keep my hand on the work 

I got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt 

My aim one since day one stop 

How many shots will it take to make son drop? 

Hop in my truck and roll up the window 

Ayo, you know what you in for 

Once we turn the corner, light up the endo 

Ayo, ayo, ayo 

Oh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo 

Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough 

Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk 

Ayo, ayo, ayo 

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