Bobyahed2dis lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : Bobyahed2dis



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  [Jeff Stewart]
And I say... right about now you are rockin with
the best!
Can I get a hit?  *inhale* *coughing* Thank you
*coughing*
What you're about to experience is a walk on the
Funkadelic side
Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil
himself
To all knotty head niggaz, bob to this
Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside
Coming to you live and direct without further
adieu
I bring to you Redman one more time
This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it...
god DAYAM!!!

[Redman]
So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick
the fat shit?
The mirror said 'You are, you conceited bastard'
*cutting and scratching of bastard*
Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the
dogfetcher, I betcha
Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang
Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your
brain
The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts
I'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone
from the heart
My style's foul, so look into the eyes of
Lorimars
As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to
Mars
Still rollin down the highway wit my forty
between my lap bit*h
Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and
Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from
the back
My style swarms over ghettoes like crack
 
Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga
As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun
bigger
But I bet you you can't do that, cause the
multiplatinums
can't save your as* on the block, and you're
f**ked if it ain't pop
The funk is blowin wattage out your f**kin trunks
Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of
lumps
Props I got, coming through your block nine
cocked
My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots
Don't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in
Texas
You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your
heart's on my necklace
I give props to real MC's like KRS-One
Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from
The East coast!!  Where a nigga like you get that
fat?
And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin
your gas cap
The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk
freaker
Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the
bleacher
A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis
I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains
with sentence
Lord have mercy!  It's too much funk to cope with
Droppin dope sh*t after dope shit, we're
atrocious
That's from the lungs, that rings from here to
kingdom come
And I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb!!