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Bobyahed2dis (Album Version|Explicit) - Redman
Written by：Leroy Bonner/George Clinton Jr./Marshall Jones/Ralph Middlebrooks/Juni Morrison/Norman Bruce Napier/Reggie Noble/Marvin Pierce/Clarence Satchell/Garry Shider/David Lee Spradley/Jeff Stewart/Dana Stinson/Gregory A. Webster
And I say
Right about now you are rocking with the best
Can I get a hit
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 niggas
Bob to this
Come walk with def squad on the dark side
Coming to you live and direct without further adieu
I bring to you red man one more time
This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it
God dayam
So who's that funky ni**a
That's known to kick the fat sh*t
The mirror said you are
You conceited bastard
Done by the dogcatcher
Dogcatcher it's the dogcatcher I betcha
Aah
With the slang
Get you coughed up from
The w**d it'll bust your brain
The top notch of hip-hop
And I'm on the charts
I'm catching applause
When I rock the microphone from the heart
My style's foul
So look into the eyes of lorimers
As you can see
I drop funk bars from here to mars
Still rolling down the highway
Wit my forty between my lap b**ch
Crossing 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 ni**a
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 multiplexes
Can't save your a** on the block
And you're f**ked if it ain't pop
The funk is blowing wattage out your f**king 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 niggas do in Texas
You don't have no heart you chest less
'Cause 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 ni**a like you get that fat
And since you came out gassed
Well I'm closing 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
Dropping d**e sh*t after d**e sh*t
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