Green Island Lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside - Redman

Motherfuckin, ladies and gentleman 

My style's rugged like Timberland 

When I clock lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon 

My style flow local like New Jersey transit 

And I can't stand it 

And you'll need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it 

I'm from N-to-the-E 

W-A-R-K, Newark NJ got the AK 

When I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy 

I'm a Kid From the Hall 

I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers 

Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it 

Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit 

I keep the chronic patrol on the road 

in case you're wondering why I keep my izm 

Cause I smoked everybody else's shit up 

My style's the ultimate funk when I mic checka 

One two checka 

And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and Decker 

So check the, manuscript, man you flipped 

Put it down if you can't handle it 

Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College Graduate 

I got a degrees in Physics on how high I can get 

Then next I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec 

Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and stealin 

and fuckin niggaz everyday 

Now Jersey's on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand side 

Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my ride 

So, sliiiide, before I call the medics 

You can bet bitch you couldn't get fly if you were FedEx 

Can I, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya 

Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to California 

Cause Reggie Noble dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco 

I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho 

My music more underground than a kid at 300 XL 

Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected 

I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz 

And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk 

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Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degrees 

and cause surgery for emergency 

cause Reggie Noble's known like burglary 

I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets 

Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did 

Cause we run around Newark with the nine cock 

Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my block 

And if ya don't know the flavor, be a tough guy and enter 

So go show you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey center 

I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your canines 

Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when it's playtime 

I rock around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendar 

Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class major was Algebra 

I make bitches moan to my Stallone without Sylvester 

Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole school system of investors 

So check us, I always smoke mad blunts before breakfast 

Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic 

Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight 

I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed 

I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby 

You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60 

I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up 

Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up 

I blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello 

(Yo whattup dogg?) 

Really, now pass the second blunt to Quilly 

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Now sit your big ass down cuz I don't know about this rap stuff 

There wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa 

Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards 

Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick 

Watch out now, I ain't bullshittin 

I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three goddamnit 

And if you keep on with that dirty mistreatin 

I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating 

And yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionic 

you find it I'll have to rewind it where minds are blinded 

Time 4 Sum Aksion so time to find it 

I smoked out like a cookout, look out my dick's out 

That was last album when I was bouncin on trains like Malcolm 

I was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldn't survive 

That's why I quit my nine to five and got live 

Because this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pockets 

And I'm Audi for ninety-four because I already got my props 

Hoes, hoes, and more hoes...