Lyric 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
My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak
I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback
Rrrwwhwoaah look out roast em like cookouts
I m smoked out all you MC s pull your books out
Word is bond it s on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye
Starvin since the days of Kindergarten
When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards
Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks
And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong
I m Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb
I m like the Bronx, cuz 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
My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and
The funk butter cup, cause I m a bastard at robbin
I shake the valleys over Cali when I m spliffed up
Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter
Are you tuned in to my tunes it s boom
Y all niggaz couldn t see me if y all had zoom
I m accurate like Acura, my style s ninety years maximum
Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni muharound motherfucker
The way I get wreck y all niggaz call it mic check
I m vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz
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
Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket
Def Squad s in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT
Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang
The sound makes your brains wet
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
Like one-two-five
I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge
And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker
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
My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak
I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback
Rrrwwhwoaah look out roast em like cookouts
I m smoked out all you MC s pull your books out
Word is bond it s on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye
Starvin since the days of Kindergarten
When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards
Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks
And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong
I m Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb
I m like the Bronx, cuz 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
My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and
The funk butter cup, cause I m a bastard at robbin
I shake the valleys over Cali when I m spliffed up
Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter
Are you tuned in to my tunes it s boom
Y all niggaz couldn t see me if y all had zoom
I m accurate like Acura, my style s ninety years maximum
Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni muharound motherfucker
The way I get wreck y all niggaz call it mic check
I m vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz
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
Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket
Def Squad s in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT
Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang
The sound makes your brains wet
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
Like one-two-five
I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge
And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker
