Cosmic Slop 歌词
| 歌曲 | Cosmic Slop |
| 歌手 | Redman |
| 专辑 | Dare Iz a Darkside |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：keith murray | |
| Yeah, bout to fly that knot | |
| Redman, keith murray, erick sermon with the, cosmic slop | |
| And we all pack glocks | |
| Word is bond, word is bond | |
| Fuck around and get shot | |
| Verse one: e double | |
| As i flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax | |
| I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks | |
| Flyin expert, puttin in work | |
| No question, cosmic funk and weed session | |
| Like gangstarr, step up, it's hard to earn | |
| But i change up the mode, and blow up the globe | |
| The bandit, spittin dialect umm (ummm) | |
| Catchin wreck umm (ummm) | |
| One two micraphone check (ummm) | |
| Attention passenger's we're on a non-central journey | |
| To hell and beyond | |
| Funkadelic drop the bomb!! | |
| Verse two: redman | |
| Boo-yaa! | |
| I'm that type of nigga to give it to ya | |
| My cosmic slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers | |
| My flow freeze the nile, the funk child splits the river | |
| Then i crush, like the bom-ba-zee was rushed, through my verbal lust | |
| I'm spaced out, i lost my mind on cloud 19 | |
| Visine for eyes, when i blow alpines | |
| Dial 9, 0-0, for the hero of the wierdos | |
| I hope my brain don't bust | |
| Transform into a 7-11 slurpie slush | |
| It's the fly, my music will burn eyes | |
| Twice the chemical of clorox | |
| Then i do an autopse on four cops | |
| When my jaws drop, ock, i fidget my nuts alot | |
| Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk | |
| I'm like an eclipse on a friday, the 13th | |
| With black cats and haley's comet, blazin blunts in my driveway | |
| Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends | |
| That def squad will get the fuckin cream like noxem...geyeah | |
| For those that remember pics and afros (it's on like that) | |
| Platform shoes and bell-bottoms some got em | |
| Spaced out, way out, is what i'm talkin about | |
| In the cosmic slop of the ghetto | |
| Zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu | |
| Zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu | |
| Verse three: keith murray | |
| With amazing manifestations, i dictate to nations | |
| More cosmic funk innovations in my creation | |
| This cosmic sick mic cylcicyst | |
| Mega segments, be sega, like genesis | |
| I orbits the solar system, listenin | |
| Guzzlin, never sippin, or slippin and sympin when the track is rippin | |
| I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin | |
| Man listen, i give your whole crew a ass drenchin | |
| Just for mentionin, goin that route, runnin yo mouth | |
| You get your head smacked off towards down south | |
| And your crew too will be spaced out | |
| Way out, no doubt, y'all niggaz need to stop | |
| And get with this cosmic slop | |
| (cosmic slop, cosmic slop) | |
| And now, we program, we program | |
| Pop in the disk and who the hell is this? |
| Intro: keith murray | |
| Yeah, bout to fly that knot | |
| Redman, keith murray, erick sermon with the, cosmic slop | |
| And we all pack glocks | |
| Word is bond, word is bond | |
| Fuck around and get shot | |
| Verse one: e double | |
| As i flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax | |
| I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks | |
| Flyin expert, puttin in work | |
| No question, cosmic funk and weed session | |
| Like gangstarr, step up, it' s hard to earn | |
| But i change up the mode, and blow up the globe | |
| The bandit, spittin dialect umm ummm | |
| Catchin wreck umm ummm | |
| One two micraphone check ummm | |
| Attention passenger' s we' re on a noncentral journey | |
| To hell and beyond | |
| Funkadelic drop the bomb!! | |
| Verse two: redman | |
| Booyaa! | |
| I' m that type of nigga to give it to ya | |
| My cosmic slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers | |
| My flow freeze the nile, the funk child splits the river | |
| Then i crush, like the bombazee was rushed, through my verbal lust | |
| I' m spaced out, i lost my mind on cloud 19 | |
| Visine for eyes, when i blow alpines | |
| Dial 9, 00, for the hero of the wierdos | |
| I hope my brain don' t bust | |
| Transform into a 711 slurpie slush | |
| It' s the fly, my music will burn eyes | |
| Twice the chemical of clorox | |
| Then i do an autopse on four cops | |
| When my jaws drop, ock, i fidget my nuts alot | |
| Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk | |
| I' m like an eclipse on a friday, the 13th | |
| With black cats and haley' s comet, blazin blunts in my driveway | |
| Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends | |
| That def squad will get the fuckin cream like noxem... geyeah | |
| For those that remember pics and afros it' s on like that | |
| Platform shoes and bellbottoms some got em | |
| Spaced out, way out, is what i' m talkin about | |
| In the cosmic slop of the ghetto | |
| Zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu | |
| Zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu | |
| Verse three: keith murray | |
| With amazing manifestations, i dictate to nations | |
| More cosmic funk innovations in my creation | |
| This cosmic sick mic cylcicyst | |
| Mega segments, be sega, like genesis | |
| I orbits the solar system, listenin | |
| Guzzlin, never sippin, or slippin and sympin when the track is rippin | |
| I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin | |
| Man listen, i give your whole crew a ass drenchin | |
| Just for mentionin, goin that route, runnin yo mouth | |
| You get your head smacked off towards down south | |
| And your crew too will be spaced out | |
| Way out, no doubt, y' all niggaz need to stop | |
| And get with this cosmic slop | |
| cosmic slop, cosmic slop | |
| And now, we program, we program | |
| Pop in the disk and who the hell is this? |
| Intro: keith murray | |
| Yeah, bout to fly that knot | |
| Redman, keith murray, erick sermon with the, cosmic slop | |
| And we all pack glocks | |
| Word is bond, word is bond | |
| Fuck around and get shot | |
| Verse one: e double | |
| As i flip, skip to the beat, on wax, and tax | |
| I react with tons of macs, a ball, and some jumping jacks | |
| Flyin expert, puttin in work | |
| No question, cosmic funk and weed session | |
| Like gangstarr, step up, it' s hard to earn | |
| But i change up the mode, and blow up the globe | |
| The bandit, spittin dialect umm ummm | |
| Catchin wreck umm ummm | |
| One two micraphone check ummm | |
| Attention passenger' s we' re on a noncentral journey | |
| To hell and beyond | |
| Funkadelic drop the bomb!! | |
| Verse two: redman | |
| Booyaa! | |
| I' m that type of nigga to give it to ya | |
| My cosmic slop rules all blocks with funk maneuvers | |
| My flow freeze the nile, the funk child splits the river | |
| Then i crush, like the bombazee was rushed, through my verbal lust | |
| I' m spaced out, i lost my mind on cloud 19 | |
| Visine for eyes, when i blow alpines | |
| Dial 9, 00, for the hero of the wierdos | |
| I hope my brain don' t bust | |
| Transform into a 711 slurpie slush | |
| It' s the fly, my music will burn eyes | |
| Twice the chemical of clorox | |
| Then i do an autopse on four cops | |
| When my jaws drop, ock, i fidget my nuts alot | |
| Got the two glocks, with oowops then bodies trace the chalk | |
| I' m like an eclipse on a friday, the 13th | |
| With black cats and haley' s comet, blazin blunts in my driveway | |
| Nostradamus predicted, for you funk fiends | |
| That def squad will get the fuckin cream like noxem... geyeah | |
| For those that remember pics and afros it' s on like that | |
| Platform shoes and bellbottoms some got em | |
| Spaced out, way out, is what i' m talkin about | |
| In the cosmic slop of the ghetto | |
| Zuzuzuzuzu, zuzuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu | |
| Zu zuzu, zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu zuzu | |
| Verse three: keith murray | |
| With amazing manifestations, i dictate to nations | |
| More cosmic funk innovations in my creation | |
| This cosmic sick mic cylcicyst | |
| Mega segments, be sega, like genesis | |
| I orbits the solar system, listenin | |
| Guzzlin, never sippin, or slippin and sympin when the track is rippin | |
| I gotcha brain cells bendin and twistin | |
| Man listen, i give your whole crew a ass drenchin | |
| Just for mentionin, goin that route, runnin yo mouth | |
| You get your head smacked off towards down south | |
| And your crew too will be spaced out | |
| Way out, no doubt, y' all niggaz need to stop | |
| And get with this cosmic slop | |
| cosmic slop, cosmic slop | |
| And now, we program, we program | |
| Pop in the disk and who the hell is this? |
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