Coc Back Lyrics - Redman

You ready?... yes sir. let's do! 

Redman 

Hey Yo, baby I'm back like Carter, The Don Dada 

Stuff sour diesel in the God Father, go hard or go home 

Streets on the phone like red takin it to the max like top shotta. 

Proper how da man keep a plan how to pop up, that's why I spit like a Louisiana 

Chopper. Mr. chief rocker, do it all I done it, any mc around aint clear. I run it 

Yeah I got my chest out, blunts got my mind right, 16 bars about the size of a 

Klondike. Mr show stopper, when I am done a bar fight, now I get treated like 

Kids around mike, get it rock the NY fitted New Jersey do it quick as a NY minute 

Got the smith like emit. I run it back, skip town, hot 16's is the only way I'm 

Doing a sentence. Sky's the limit think I'm bigger than wall st, Chris Wallace said 

It, my pen got its heart beat. What up to Marcy, Brooklyn I'm sorry I ain't kicked it 

So I signed up for Karate. Hip hop monopoly pass go 3 times, ordered TiVo for 

Assholes to rewind, (Gilla House we grind) aye boy get em off us never sleep no 

Caffeine to make a star - buck 

Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out 

Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out 

Lyrical bang bang on the track man down 

Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out 

Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out 

Lyrical bang bang on the track man down 

READY ROC 

Inhale - exhale I'm proof that sex sells, 

Now watch my bank account boost like a Nextel 

From Marseille Paris to Cali, you can find me where ever the Bally, 

Probably with Halle bury the Audi, interior whiter than Bill O'Riley 

I'm Akbar Preme mixed with Muhammad Ali, plus I got Big L spirit inside me, 

Your money like Bob Green, my money like Yao Ming, everybody gets scrilla on my 

My team, we shine like high beams, the dream like Akeem that's why I'm the prince 

like Naseem, nah mean. Ready da man aak, its big Willie stay fly like Hancock, catch 

me in Jam Rock with niggas with dread locks that never waste bullets all they do is 

take head shots, shots shots. Fire shots man down, these damn clowns shoulda knew 

Ready was the man now. I hooked up with Gilla & figured the plan, how to be #1 in 

Hip hop hands down, plan down. Clamp down like pliers this man on fire, soughta 

like Denzel or Marlo from the wire, the rap rowdy piper, Makhi Phifer, the D.Csniper. 

I'm gonna need me a diaper up in my new Viper. 

Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out 

Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out 

Lyrical bang bang on the track man down 

Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out 

Coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out, coc bak - spit it out 

Lyrical bang bang on the track man down 

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