Winicumuhround Lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside - Redman

The hype's got me, I knock em out the box then out socks 

Cause winicumuhround, niggaz skate like the rocks 

My block...'s hot, so gimme all you got 

When I'm done rockin, I leave you all doin the Bus Stop 

My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak 

I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback 

Rrrwwhwoaah, look out, roast em like cookouts 

I'm smoked out, all you MC's, pull your books out 

Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye 

Starvin since the days of Kindergarten 

When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards 

Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks 

And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong 

I'm Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb 

I'm like the Bronx, cuz I Boogie Down 

I'm representin Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround 

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Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget 

(Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it 

The top, notch, look over your sess spots 

Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops 

Burn more steam than carpet cleaners 

I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor 

Boom-bash I set it off (right right) 

I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights 

My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and 

The funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbin 

I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up 

Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter 

Are you tuned in to my tunes it's boom 

Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom 

I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum 

Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker 

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The way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check 

I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz 

With a pad and a pen I blend funky images 

That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and 

three years move along there's nothing to see here 

If I wasn't nice motherfucker I wouldn't be here 

Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket 

Def Squad's in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT 

Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang 

The sound makes your brains wet 

with The Color Purple on a freight train 

The devil's the conductor 

Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers 

My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn 

I'm more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian 

Don't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's 

And other alien type of MC's 

So throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman's about to get live 

Like one-two-five 

I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge 

And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker