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- REDMAN - Hold Dis Blaow! Lyrics
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- Red's Gone Wild {*gun cocks*}
- [ad libs for next 14 seconds]
- [Redman]
- Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six
- I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit
- Gilla nigga, and we abide by the blueprint
- We ain't all loud, holla and whoopin
- Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nuttin
- You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin
- I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy
- And even for that cake I'll fuck Lil' Debbie
- Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore
- Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore
- Get shut down! Yeah, knock your mans off
- Wouldn't trade places if you {?} or Randolph
- Shorty shorty, give me that body
- Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
- Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin
- Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it!
- [Chorus]
- You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
- Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
- You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
- Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
- You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street (real street)
- Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
- You could hold dis BLAOW! And niggaz is, nig'
- And niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me
- You could hold dis BLAOW!
- [Redman]
- Gilla House foundation (yeah)
- Gilla House foundation (aww yeah)
- Gilla House foundation (thorough niggaz - no, NO!)
- Gilla House foundation (monkey niggaz)
- Yo, Gilla nigga, era, fuck you, pay me
- Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key
- It's like Janet, "What Have You Done for Me, Lately?"
- Nuttin, I blew up, you try to inflate me
- Dawg, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud
- End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood
- So when you get here show a whole lot of love
- Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a shrub
- I don't condone, I got kids to relate to
- "Redman Gone Wild" – hear the new debut
- Fox fired a nigga, boy that's great news
- Now I'm back in the, hood like Grey Goose
- Who gon' stop me? I'm razor sharp
- With Gilla niggaz frontline, and Jay the boss
- Y'all chicken ass niggaz blood made of broth
- But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New York
- So all you West Coast niggaz, get that money
- Cause these Brick City dudes get that money
- It's gonna be, one pussy that'll act funny
- ("Yo I'm gon' get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin")
- Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy{?}
- I'm fucked up, I slipped my own self a mickie
- Doin dirty, I'm triple-X/"XXX" like Vin Dies'
- Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy's
- Shorty shorty, give me that body
- Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
- Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin
- Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get it or fo'get it!
- [Chorus] w/ ad libs
- [Outro]
- Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla
- Yeah, Gilla niggaz
- (Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla)
- Thorough niggaz
- Monkey niggaz {*BLAM*}
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