Lyric Cheka
[Redman]
Bricki-di-roaw!
Steppin out the crowd throwin bolo s
Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44 s
Loadin it up, packin it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail
It s hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips
That s more dollars in them tongues in them go-go chicks
Bitch I m drunk, pumpin slugs out of canon
Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE!
And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope
Or Ana, I m hittin pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana--Split, HOT TWO..SPIT! OOH SHIT!
Spickin ya rippin ya four or ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 watergunz
Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death!
So hold on ya bitches, cuz here come RED-METH!
[Chorus]:
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin neck-a
Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
[Meth]
Okay the hey hey baby, me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday night s so special and they pointin at yo nose
Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours
Comin sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors
Givin tumors, hardcore, givin it to em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jap-a-jaw
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I m winning, tell the news like Peter ?
Depending on any givin day I m representin
The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the linchin
Oh yes ya ll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess ya ll, Kool-Aid bustin thru the wall
Mr.Meth ya ll, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous
I used to hawk chickens, now I m maxin with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I m swingin a track from Staten, cuz that is where I m from
[Chorus] til the end
Bricki-di-roaw!
Steppin out the crowd throwin bolo s
Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44 s
Loadin it up, packin it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail
It s hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips
That s more dollars in them tongues in them go-go chicks
Bitch I m drunk, pumpin slugs out of canon
Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE!
And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope
Or Ana, I m hittin pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana--Split, HOT TWO..SPIT! OOH SHIT!
Spickin ya rippin ya four or ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 watergunz
Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death!
So hold on ya bitches, cuz here come RED-METH!
[Chorus]:
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin neck-a
Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
[Meth]
Okay the hey hey baby, me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday night s so special and they pointin at yo nose
Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours
Comin sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors
Givin tumors, hardcore, givin it to em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jap-a-jaw
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I m winning, tell the news like Peter ?
Depending on any givin day I m representin
The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the linchin
Oh yes ya ll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess ya ll, Kool-Aid bustin thru the wall
Mr.Meth ya ll, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous
I used to hawk chickens, now I m maxin with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I m swingin a track from Staten, cuz that is where I m from
[Chorus] til the end
