How U Like Dat Lyrics - Red Gone Wild: Thee Album - Redman

W K Y A Gilla house radio 

Yeah n***, I'm back 

And the weather outside is hot than a m*** 

But we cold chillin' in the Brick City 

So kick back, light some b*** 

Put your hands on a big fat greasy a*** 

And turn the music up 

As we take yo' a*** on a ride as Redman goes wild on W K Y A 

Gilla house, yo, yo 

Come see the sideshow, n*** how it go? 

With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks 

You want the beef n***? Hit the prime roast 

My mic's the gun, the bullet's the 9 volt 

F*** the convo, here go the pyro 

G.I. Joe mixed with Desperado 

I ride low with a bomb in the armrest 

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Prepare to snipe a f*** like John F. 

Connect ya like Nynex, n*** holla 

I'm on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck 

Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor 

Red is to blunt like redneck is to Marlboro 

This is our world, join the effect 

Clean your ears for Doc Donald Goines with a pen 

What more can I say, Doc billin' 

Gilla general, Def Squad lieutenant 

Ill at will, thought you knew 

I'm in the hood, you most wanted up in Malibu 

I don't co-sign s*** that ain't hundred percent 

Tryna blow money wise like Bubba Gump Shrimp, gilla 

I feel I'm young 

Out for the crumbs 

Shotgun warrior with a Wu-Tang tongue, gilla 

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How ya like that, tell me how ya like that? 

How ya like that, tell me how ya like that? 

Don't f*** around or walk around with an icepack 

I test your gangsta, didn't wanna fight back 

This for n***, Jews and white trash 

I deliver them punch lines with a nice jab 

Smokin' weed on a Go-Cart at Bo Craft 

BC-4, straight out of low cash 

Low cash, low cash, W K Y A, Low cash, yeah 

The new Brick City, low down, gritty 

Fo' pound semi, minds I leave 'em empty 

Keep the fo' pound round the 9 milli with me 

So when the Feds run up, they likely not to hit me 

Like J-Kwon everybody, in the club tipsy 

You be on the mixtapes soundin' like 50 

But this is Brick City, gilla house we comin' through 

Smokin' blunts, sippin' Henny too 

Girls is bouncin' n*** bouncin' too 

On the blocks, new whips we drivin' through 

We getting money, CD's is pay per view 

At the go, go girls come up into, so listen up as we tell y'all what to do 

Come holla at my m*** crew, yeah