[Redman]
This is WKYA, We Kickin Yo` Ass radio
All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound
put your motherfuckin pounds up, and start bustin the motherfuckers
Am I too loud for this motherfucker? Turn me down a little bit
Yeah yeah yeah
Yo, first of all I`m a grown-ass man, pay my own bills
Stated own real, haters gon` feel
Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue
You bounty hunters be on the chase for Joe Young
I won`t slip, keep pink slips to my car
I`m raw like sushi bars on bougie broads
I retrieve the money, dawg labrador
Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw
You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin
Don`t be the next vinyl cut to _Urban Legend_
I can feel where you at, when I pound you up
You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up
My crew stay in the truck, can`t fit in the Porsche
If you bitches ain`t happy, then get a divorce
I`ma do what I want, cause my time is now
Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down
If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back
Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track
Am I wrong for dat? (If that`s what you like)
Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I guess not)
Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub
Beatin down security cause I don`t give a fuck
Am I wrong for dat? (Mmm mmm)
Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)
Yo Keith, yo yo Keith
{*sound of jail door opening*}
[Keith Murray]
I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald
Hollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came free
And you ain`t gotta believe me, fuck bein nervous
Far as I`m concerned they`re at your funeral service
What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear
Have his whole body shakin in fear
Stormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flames
A few ashes, when they analyze your remains
I live in the streets, reside with the toolie
I kill you like it`s part of my religious duty
Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug
Even females who think they thugs
Trigger the release of adrenaline
When I`m gangsta-trippin like the Bloods`n`Crips`n`them
Unleash the matter of energy, killin `em
Why`d you do it? Because I wasn`t feelin them!
[Redman]
If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh)
with a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days
Am I wrong for dat? (I don`t think so)
C`mon bitch, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)
Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh)
When they playin my song ass spill out the thong
Am I wrong for dat? (Got that big ass)
Am I wrong for dat? (Tchk, nooo)
I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy
to that bang to the pussy the beat, beat
And if yo`, bitch ain`t sippin that Cristal shit
Then she might be leavin with D, D
I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers
That bitch that Stan drowned, I fucked around with her
Act like a man, stand on your own two
Doc takin it all, fuck who it belong to
