I Got A Secret lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : I Got A Secret



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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

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!

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)