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Wkya (drop) Lyrics - Malpractice - Redman

(radio announcer) 

This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker 

Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City 

The weather is callin for it to be hotter than a MOTHERFUCKER out there 

So crack a brew, roll a blunt, cause the phone lines are open right now 

We've expanded to cities like Atlanta, D.C., Tampa, Chicago 

Dallas, Memphis, Detroit and L.A. 

So call in now, 1-800-High-as-a-Motherfucker 

That's 1-800-, High-as-a-MOTHERFUCKER! 

 

DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it 

Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it. 

 

DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it 

Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it. 

 

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(Redman) 

Yo, when I walk I stalk like a dog (AROOF!) 

Writin "fuck ya hometown" on ya wall (AROOF!) 

WKYA! Them niggaz that'll whip out the dick 

and piss ALL in your gar-ments 

When I come around, son lay 'em down 

This Homey the Clown play around so pay it now 

Sweepin the block up, Mayor Doc, he in town 

Ridin the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action 

Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin! 

I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin 

Gaspin like it's Aspen, no air 

Beef we bring it on with tap shoes and hope the po'-po' there 

Graduated, they said Red would go nowhere (uh-uh) 

Now, SOURCE AWARDS, ride a water buffalo there 

Polo Gear, holes in it, the fo'-fo' wear 

Ass out, check the weather report for cold air (brrrr) 

On your hottest day of the summer, I snowmobile in 

Stack new jacks in the Carter, blow the building 

It's WKYA muh'fucker 

Bringin trouble your way, so duck muh'fucker! 

 

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Yeahh! Two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand pounds 

of guerilla shit funk fo' yo' ass motherfucker! 

Bricks to Brook-nam, we hold it down, PPP Def Squad 

Ya tell me once and I'll tell you again 

Pull out the mac-10 and rob yo' friend, yeahhh! 

(Fucker) WKYA (We kickin yo' ass) 

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