Rock Da Spot Lyrics - Redman

Rock da spot 

Rock da spot 

Rock da spot 

I'm the bomb, ringin' off all types alarms 

My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's 

Aggravated assault, against an MC 

Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees 

It's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick 

You can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness 

Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk 

I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York 

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I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one 

With a tape deck, if it's feasible 

Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe 

But I get you souped when I rock respect due 

I'sa nice nigga that wanna get diced 

Slice the mic device like the body of Christ twice 

E Double if you feel me hit me once, a breaker one, a breaker two 

'Cause trouble to you family and friends 

Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends 

Got caught out there 'cause you a Mack without 10 

Punch you in your chin 

The rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay cooler than a double L 

Turn a felony to a misdemeanor 

Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner 

Fuck that, still walk out holdin' my strap 

Blunt, grabbin' my weiner 

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When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

Now first of all I go for broke, check the third quarter note 

I make you feel like your water broke 

Can't tell whether male or female 

I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell 

All aboard my balls, 'cause my dick don't got a lot of room 

For the rest of y'all 

Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight 

Rock indo and out-do', dick run in and out yo' 

Bitch, about nine inch up the clit 

Can you feel me comin', yeah I usually make 'em shit 

I shines MC's up for auction 

So I can sell 'em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away 

Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down 

And turn into an ass-kicking holiday 

Word, I rolls with the Funklord 

With more flavors than them motherfuckers on them Benetton billboards 

He's bleeding get the gauze 

He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for 

Push the clip in, slide the top back 

Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract 

Shit like that get me vexed 

So I crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my Beck's 

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

Rock da spot 

Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture 

So you won't forget the, black Jack the Ripper 

Sorceror offin' y'all with techniques 

A universal lingo, with the odd speaks 

Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak 

Smokin' that leak at full peak 

Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique 

College radio, no I mack shit like Maceo 

Yeah, the East Coast West Coast dick giver 

I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver 

Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw 

Shit you never seen before 

So when you come inside, and do the front 

Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run 

Relax your minds, let your conscious be free 

And get money, and G's and roll these trees 

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

When I'm gonna [Incomprehensible] rock da spot 

Rock da spot 

This is DJ Saywhat, on this motherfucker 

Comin' to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City