| 歌曲 | Bobyahed2dis |
| 歌手 | Redman |
| 专辑 | Dare Iz a Darkside |
| 作词 : Clinton, Noble, Shider ... | |
| And I say, right about now you are rockin' with the best | |
| Can I get a hit? | |
| Thank youWhat you're about to experience is a walk on the funkadelic side | |
| Who knows better than the funkadelic devil himself | |
| To all knotty head ******z, bob to this | |
| Come walk with | |
| Def Squad on the darkside | |
| Coming to you live and direct without further adieu | |
| I bring to you | |
| Redman one more time | |
| This is Jeff | |
| Stewart and you know how | |
| I do it goddayum | |
| So who's that funky ****** that's known to kick the fat ******t? | |
| The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard" | |
| Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher | |
| It's the dogfetcher, | |
| I betcha, ahh, with the slang | |
| Get you coughed up from the ****** it'll bust your brain | |
| The top notch of hip-hop and | |
| I'm on the charts | |
| I'm catchin' applause when | |
| I rock the micraphone from the heart | |
| My style's foul, so look into the eyes of | |
| LorimarsAs you can see, | |
| I drop funk bars from here to | |
| MarsStill rollin' down the highway wit my forty between my lap ****** | |
| Crossin' D | |
| TW, coming into my lap | |
| And boy, my skills are stacks, | |
| I love to do it from the back | |
| My style swarms over ghettoes like crack | |
| Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any ****** | |
| As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger | |
| But I bet you you can't do that 'cause the multiplatinums | |
| Can't save your ass on the block and you're ****** if it ain't pop | |
| The funk is blowin' wattage out your ******' trunks | |
| Like peak | |
| Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps | |
| Props I got, coming through your block nine ******ed | |
| My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots | |
| Don't press it, | |
| I hang 'em like them ******z do in | |
| TexasYou don't have no heart you chestless' | |
| Cuz your heart's on my necklace | |
| I give props to real | |
| MC's like | |
| KRS-OneKool | |
| G Rap, Buckshot, | |
| Busta me and | |
| I'm fromThe | |
| East coast, where a ****** like you get that fat? | |
| And since you came out gassed, well, | |
| I'm closin' your gas cap | |
| The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker | |
| Represent | |
| New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher | |
| A menace like | |
| Dennis, I got game like | |
| EnnisI can | |
| French-kiss my lyrics, then | |
| I run trains with sentence | |
| Lord have mercy, it's too much funk to cope with | |
| Droppin' **** ******t after **** ******t, we're atrocious | |
| That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come | |
| And I don't have to be a | |
| Special Ed to get dumb |
| zuò cí : Clinton, Noble, Shider ... | |
| And I say, right about now you are rockin' with the best | |
| Can I get a hit? | |
| Thank youWhat you' re about to experience is a walk on the funkadelic side | |
| Who knows better than the funkadelic devil himself | |
| To all knotty head z, bob to this | |
| Come walk with | |
| Def Squad on the darkside | |
| Coming to you live and direct without further adieu | |
| I bring to you | |
| Redman one more time | |
| This is Jeff | |
| Stewart and you know how | |
| I do it goddayum | |
| So who' s that funky that' s known to kick the fat t? | |
| The mirror said, " You are, you conceited bastard" | |
| Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher | |
| It' s the dogfetcher, | |
| I betcha, ahh, with the slang | |
| Get you coughed up from the it' ll bust your brain | |
| The top notch of hiphop and | |
| I' m on the charts | |
| I' m catchin' applause when | |
| I rock the micraphone from the heart | |
| My style' s foul, so look into the eyes of | |
| LorimarsAs you can see, | |
| I drop funk bars from here to | |
| MarsStill rollin' down the highway wit my forty between my lap | |
| Crossin' D | |
| TW, coming into my lap | |
| And boy, my skills are stacks, | |
| I love to do it from the back | |
| My style swarms over ghettoes like crack | |
| Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any | |
| As long as we both got, it don' t matter who' s gun bigger | |
| But I bet you you can' t do that ' cause the multiplatinums | |
| Can' t save your ass on the block and you' re if it ain' t pop | |
| The funk is blowin' wattage out your ' trunks | |
| Like peak | |
| Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps | |
| Props I got, coming through your block nine ed | |
| My socks, even got threeeightynine shots | |
| Don' t press it, | |
| I hang ' em like them z do in | |
| TexasYou don' t have no heart you chestless' | |
| Cuz your heart' s on my necklace | |
| I give props to real | |
| MC' s like | |
| KRSOneKool | |
| G Rap, Buckshot, | |
| Busta me and | |
| I' m fromThe | |
| East coast, where a like you get that fat? | |
| And since you came out gassed, well, | |
| I' m closin' your gas cap | |
| The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker | |
| Represent | |
| New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher | |
| A menace like | |
| Dennis, I got game like | |
| EnnisI can | |
| Frenchkiss my lyrics, then | |
| I run trains with sentence | |
| Lord have mercy, it' s too much funk to cope with | |
| Droppin' t after t, we' re atrocious | |
| That' s from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come | |
| And I don' t have to be a | |
| Special Ed to get dumb |