Rock Da Spot lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : Rock Da Spot



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(W.. F.. D.. S..) Aiyyo aiyyo check this out
man
Hah aiyyo hah hah
Aiyyo aiyyo hah
hah
Nahnah aiyyo aiyyo
Damn
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
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

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

Hah-hah
One deuce!
One deuce
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 concious be free
And get
money, and G's and roll these
trees

...
This is DJ SAYWHAT?? on this
motherfucker.
Comin to you live from WFDS
radio from da Brick City.
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