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letra de freestyle from funk from hell - redman

excuse me…
ha ha ha ha haaa
got the chronic and sh-t, it’s mixed with the bodies bags and sh-t
fun-dac-spoc comin’ down (three times!)
huah! yeah! smoke the chocolate time where the chronic meets the ganja—argh…
word is bond (ma n-gg- redman!)
smoke the chocolate time where the chronics mix togetha
roll it up, roll it up
ma n-gg- d down, roll it up! (one time…)
ma n-gg- d rap, roll it up! (two times…)
word is bond
(?)

i’d be that jailed mothaf-cka comin’ down with s-x
mothaf-ckas i’d be burnin’ just like wet kotex
if you wanna be me the mc, the r&e
next stop in this movie, guess what’s starring? me!
you wanna check my resume? yes! i’m that type of n-gg- that be breakin’ your b-tches’ vertebrae
i’m down with ma man ron g, me and keith’d be sippin’ on dom p

what you gonna do all you fake mothaf-ckas in the back?
if you representin’ then, let me hear you gun clap
one time up in the air if you just don’t stop!
it’s that nemma commin’ down, robbin’ you for ces crops!
and beatbop, real hiphopers, wanna flock to this? you can’t rock to this
mc’s wanna test my st–ze? i’d be puttin’ holes in body like your body was cheddar cheese!
now subliminal criminals i’d be desmolishing, mcs be waxin’ and polishin’ their rhymes
but i stay with the ruggedness, the toughness, the roughness and brokeness
i’m comin’ out tha freestyle straight out the brain, smokin’ buddha on the a train
well i’d catch you to tha (one fifty fifth to safe nick and get a nick?) for 2 clips
but i used to smoke abulas, but now i’m just chillin’
it’s that n-gg-‘ i give ya’ll tip ya feelin’
if you wanna feel this read funk the 5 stacks commin’ down tonight, get b-tches that smack
it they, wanna rob me for my cash, b-tch you can kiss the back of my -ss! straight…
and tell your moms to get me corn braze on my liquorous, hickorous, liquory dot
i’m comin’ down with the hip hop, rob your crews for ces crops
comin’ down and represent the hip hop!
and def squad we don’t hear nuttin’, you can hear our sh-t b-mpin’ all the way out the comptom
and wax, blow your blocks comin’ punk c-ck, stock, stack with raps
comin’ with’em, i’d smack your raps, flip the script
is that n-gg- i flip keys if i flip a benz, yess
i got mad and crazy friends, we like to rob mothaf-ckas and stick suckers and jam like smuckers
you wanna do? and i ran through your whole f-ckin’ crew just like the flu
the funk docta’ spoc got sh-t lock, all you b-tches can suck a bold of this, a tip of this c-ck
i’d be the mellow-ous jenness juice drinker, wanna get down?
used to thinka i turned your pinka’, turned your blinka’
if you wanna turn left
if you wanna step to me redman’s past deaf
i’m just seized, i’d slide in you without grease!
plus, i gettin’ down lyrical bop bop bop bop…
down with ma man ron, g wanna get down drinkin’ dom pérignon?
bombing mothaf-ckas like in lived in lebanon, said it!
wanna get down? usi un let it’s cut back, gun straps
hit ya -ss from tha back when i have to come in stacks
blow the whole frame off the train one time…
i’d be that n-gg- flowing your brain and blowed your mind (…) up the stacks
represent the uptown connection, if you wanna get down i’d be bustin’ in your section!

f-ck that, def squad rappa’ zip
plus redman is extra swift
(big shack, big gene, ma n-gg- stiff ill, you know the deal…)
(hot sh-t, two thousand sh-t…)
enjoy!

- redman

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