Letra Winicumuhround de Redman

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Dare iz a darkside

1994

Winicumuhround

The hype's got me I knock em out the box then out socks
Cause winicumuhround niggaz skate like the rocks
My block...'s hot so gimme all you got
When I'm done rockin I leave you all doin the Bus Stop
I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback
My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak
Rrrwwhwoaah look out roast em like cookouts
Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye
Starvin since the days of Kindergarten
I'm smoked out all you MC's pull your books out
Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks
When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards
I'm Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb
And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong
I'm like the Bronx, 'cause I Boogie Down
I'm representin Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround

Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget
(Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it
The top, notch, look over your sess spots
Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops
Burn more steam than carpet cleaners
I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor
Boom-bash I set it off (right right)
I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights
The funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbin
I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up
My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and
Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter
Are you tuned in to my tunes it's boom
I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum
Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom

Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker
The way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check
With a pad and a pen I blend funky images
That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and
three years move along there's nothing to see here
If I wasn't nice motherfucker I wouldn't be here
I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz
Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket
Def Squad's in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT
The sound makes your brains wet
Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang
with The Color Purple on a freight train
The devil's the conductor
Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers
My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn
I'm more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian
Don't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's
And other alien type of MC's
So throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman's about to get live
I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge
Like one-two-five
And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker

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Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget  
(Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it  
The top, notch, look over your sess spots  
Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops  
Burn more steam than carpet cleaners  
I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor  
Boom-bash I set it off (right right)  
I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights  
The funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbin  
I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up  
My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and  
Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter  
Are you tuned in to my tunes it's boom  
I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum  
Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom

Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker  
The way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check  
With a pad and a pen I blend funky images  
That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and  
three years move along there's nothing to see here  
If I wasn't nice motherfucker I wouldn't be here  
I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz  
Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket  
Def Squad's in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT  
The sound makes your brains wet  
Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang  
with The Color Purple on a freight train  
The devil's the conductor  
Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers  
My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn  
I'm more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian  
Don't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's  
And other alien type of MC's  
So throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman's about to get live  
I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge  
Like one-two-five  
And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker