F/ Redman [Redman]
I said y'all niggaz can't come in here tonight P, P, P Get out of here I'm the bouncer here tonight [Verse 1] Your boys are out numbered so plan tomorrow While I do the wild thing like I'm Sam Labardo My crew is grimy enough to ride in cargo Cause brick city beef with more people than y'all bro (A yo dogg what up) Yo the cold is coming So I be up all night like my toilet runnin' As a little boy was know for spoiling somethin' Now it's like fuck you It will be brawl or nothing (Hit the streets 4 in the morning) To run you over The beef we love the steam and cooked in okra Bitchs in the bricks slit the throats of both ya' Walk on T.V live hooking off on Opera I aint buff but got nough' muscle to fight I aint a dog but got enough hustle tonight Here's the facts to you punks And the message is When you buy guns invest in extra clips Ahhhhhhh! [Verse 2] When he went inside the club I flattened his wheels DUI drug addict and I'm back at the wheel You happened to feel This amphibian rappish and back at the gills From back at the hill (chill, chill, chill) It's me on the nine to nine Crashed it Now my sores on the eye-a-dine Po po found the dro but no firearm Cause I look shady like sun visor blind Dangerous I leave a smell That's why the sign read "Don't feed the whale" Doc like +Adabisi+, "I need the bail" Cause I keep my weed locked in the +OZ+ as well Yo what I look like a kid to you? I'm like +Bishop+ gunnin' down my friends in +Juice+ Brick dogg and I'm out to defend my food So fuck the media with the middle tooth (tooth, tooth, tooth) [Verse 3] Now just through your hands up in the motherfuckin' sky Da dirt always bubble pour peroxide You see? Thought I lied Nah dogg the truth I set marine out like my car waterproof You niggaz break day and still y'all broke You minus well get a job use the time to vote I rode crocked like my benz with alignment broke So it's like surprise! With that five behind my coat (So what the fuck you want!?!) Yo I see the problem twin The 38 special need revolvin' Invasion like moving BET to Harlem What are your fly whips and no keys to start em' Yo I open the doa' *door* (Open the doa' yo) I'm smokin' the dro' (smokin' the dro' yo) Bitch get out of line (get out of line) Smackin the hoe (smackin' the hoe) Ahhhhh!
Writer(s): Reggie Noble, Raymond Grant, Richard Grant