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letra de flowers - redman

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[intro]
mic check, one-two, one-two
this is j@q boi be@ts, baby
yo, em, what the f-ck is up, bro?
let’s get it (yo, yo)

[verse]
i used to be a cool guy, but now i’m mad (yeah)
’cause most of these artists [?] that they all trash
they never last, their character lackin’ momentum
i staple they nipples to they knees and make ’em do sit-ups (woo)
they talk sh-t like i’m a foreigner, they diggin’ they grave
with they tongue, i’m on the corner with the coroner (let’s go)
your crew the targеt, i burn ’em like mr. marcus for the profit
i’m lеavin’ blood on the carpet in your label office (hahahaha)
shoulder to shoulder with hova, i’m souped in a motor
high roller, sick as ebola when i’m takin’ over (get ’em)
it’s evident, i’m better than half of you veterans
i’m a barsmith like the incredible lettermen ([?], what up?)
the first day i got down with e (yeah)
them n-ggas showed me how to lay my vocals over the beat (yeah)
i became a carnivore with the barns
you end up [?] with a warrior
i’m doin’ it easy like the commodores (woah, hahaha)
f-ck a role model, i’m a freak at the strip club
watchin’ a chick vag– take a whole bottle (get it, girl)
and h-ll yeah, i bust my gun, for my clique
brother and sis, mama, daughter, and sons, n-gga (fiyah)
i’m only temperamental on an instrumental (yup)
i’m blessed, i can dig in your nose and pick a winner
i hustle everything, from bars to bud
i got juice, that’s why i’m wearin’ bruno magli’s and gloves, bro
just had a meeting with the elite so i can delete ’em in the streets
and give the kids more sounds of freedom (that’s right)
and tell the judge, “f-ck you and the jury”
’cause i’m a heavy bully, a boss, boy, you just a rookie, agh
[chorus]
bussin’ my glock off tonight (booyaka)
so n-gga, get my money right (ya heard me?)
you take the weed and the bread, we gon’, then i
light the bud, once again, it’s on
with reggie, [?] rock the mic (booyaka)
you better get my money right (ya heard me?)
you take the weed and the bread, we gon’, then i
light the bud, once again, it’s on

[outro]
another body in the trunk
j@q boi be@ts, baby
bread city, let’s go

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