I Got A Secret Lyrics - Redman

Damn 

Ladies. and gentlemen 

I got a secret 

Somebody told me yo' ass stink! 

Don't blame me! 

Hah, what, huh. 

Ah, one two three four 

Huh, huh, yo 

Huh, yo yo yo yo yo yo 

(c'mere baby) 

Yo, yo yo, yo yo, yo 

Yo huh 

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Yeah yi-yeah, these metaphors be broad 

Take the Shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw 

Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor 

That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour 

Shoot up the Mardi Gras with double chrome forty-fours 

Full up plates, cause someone I'm ready to take yours! 

Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin 

Hyperventilatin, you're talk of the town like date raping 

Call me the Doc-casian Spot, The Beatles 

Malfunction in the SL Board without the EQ 

Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut 

Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch 

It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck your back up 

My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel 

the rapture. ha ha. HA HAH. HA HAH! 

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Aiyyo! Feel what I feel, see what I see son 

Break your neck -- secretly blown, talico style Doc 

Trace the sketch -- according to verbal recording hot 

Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops 

Yo beautiful! Cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmeceuticals 

I react - the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles 

I'm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam further 

I serve the murder then beef it to ham-burger 

* Redman skats, I can't follow it * but I'm only kidding 

Knowin god damn well that's hard to spit 

Fans call me mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hood 

Everyday, wanna star? Check an astrologist 

Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut 

Buck buck buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch 

You know, papi chulo with the fucked up grammar 

So much spanish ass, niggaz think I own Copa Cabana 

Shot up Santa, got more tools than, Hanna Barbera, check it 

The clues I left was hard for cops to Etch-a-Sketch it 

Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough 

Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls 

Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (KLACK) 

I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards 

Fatal, duckin from pussy police in LeSables 

Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel 

High, Funk Doc, Roni Size keep the herb twistin 

And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken 

Ha ha. alright one more time. 

(c'mere baby)