文本歌词

We Run N.Y. (Album Version) - Redman
Written by：Reggie Noble/G. Rodriguez/Lawrence Parker/Rodney Lemay/Alan Lomax/John Avery Lomax/Eric Burdon/Bryan James Chandler
Hahahahahahaaaaa
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Geyeeah as we take a journey to the darkside
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From Hell and beyond the knotty headed ni**a era has triumphed
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A new ever If you don't know your b**ch a** better
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Axe somebody Shoot em up
The Hurricane G is live and in color
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We run you motherf**kers
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We run you motherf**kers
Puffin mad spliffs so f**k a b**ch
And a ni**a cause niggaz and b**ches ain't sh*t
Hahahahahahaaaa Dr. Trevis
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Is in the motherf**kin' house
With a couple of sick patients for your b**ch a**
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Yeah
The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk pop the trunk
Hoo-hah Wild like Shaolin monks
You wuss you can't push push in the bush
Well uh let's take a journey to hell and beyond
Where the bomb grows on palms and bags labelled Cheech and Chong
The Jimi Hendrix of rap I got an afro and bandanna
Then I rock jams like Santana
I move MC's like niggaz move keys uptown
Red and Hurricane G so how you like us now
Watch out We run New York
Yeah
Hurricane G hit em one time
From the Brook taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
So I holds back what you took
I take my funk and my religion serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious
Hahahahaa cause I'm furious
How dare you motherf**kers forget about the ultimate
Funk b**ch ni**a
I got your wicked witch with a switch
Motherf**ker f**k you and your crew
So what ni**a is it you want to do
In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the b**ches
For the real trick deez who can dig it
Cause after pop thought all that Hurricane stay fat
Word to mom big **** boricuas in the back
The queen of the East coast funk gangsta pack buddha
On the rhyme since eighty-nine
It's all in your mind but what's yours is mine
Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes
Now It ain't a ni**a who could hang
Or pop yang about a motherf**kin' th-a-a-a-ang
And uh f**k any b**ch who can't hang
I'm representin' b**ches universal
It go one for the biz on the bizness
Which y'all blesses with God's blessings do you see
Hurricane and Redman original steel
Latin Queens in the house
So ni**a swing it over here on these big fat tits
Titties hahahahahaa
The Funk Doctor Spock blast up on your block
I'm walkin' through the sewer with manure on my socks
Your style I freaked it when I was a child
So you talkin' that baby talk like Who's Talking Now
Verbally I crush brains erupt
Blow your focus like you sniffin' angel dust
Run of the mill I'm not watch me kill a cock-sucker
And cause ruckus like them LOD motherf**kers
Every verse every word I preach
Represents the East long as the human eyes can see
Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat
I light a blunt for niggaz up in Sing-Sing
I do it to death style is funk that's fresh
Remove your vest you just won the wet t-shirt contest
And I'm hotter than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas
I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and I'm as
Eager as ni**a wantin' my sh*t to dub
Cause my sh*t be bangin' like the Crips and Bloods
Troop I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots
I Skywalk the planet like my code name was Luke
From the darkside I'm from the darkside Pah
I'm Above the Law like Steven Segall
Motherf**ker
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Hahahaha we take you to the darkside
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On our metaphoric futuristic type sh*t
As we blow your brains like spliffs
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Dr Trevis is outta here
For the nine-fo' you stank b**ch
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Yeahh
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