Текст, перевод и аккорды “Freestyle Freestyle”
- Redman in the house, ya don't stop Gilla House in the house, ya don't stop Def Squad in the house, ya don't stop Wu Tang in the house, ya don't stop Hip-Hop in the house, ya don't stop Redman gotta light that green People always say, "What the hell does that mean?" Wussup homeboy I'm a muhfuckin' rider Custom made Airs and my shoes never tied up Hardcore shit, do it eazier than wider While you sittin' home gettin' baby mama drama Jersey, Uptown - go pick my weed up Broke? I aint turning your C to a D cup Bitch I'm a G! I never give my keys up Not even half if you didn't sign a pre-nupt Watch how we thump I'm 'bout my bid-ness You about to go downtown like the shiznit Witness! Yeah boy I get ya dumb like white people lookin' for weird noise Hood down, got B. Smalls on my white tee And my chain look like an italian icee Redman nigga Grind like brakes Cause I'm after that cake Like Steadman nigga! [Hook] Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle And everywhere I go I kick a freestyle And every time I move these women freestyle Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle Freestyle, Freestyle, Freestyle Redman gotta light that green People always say, "What the hell does that mean?" Okay yo, I got Bricks in the building Young kids out here, flip ya like Wilson Pilgrim! There it is The block is Tina Marie, yeah I'm on my square biz Turn up the kid like volume ten And you could brown-nose me 'til the album in You was hot when your style was in Now ya lookin' at Gilla, "I wish I was down with them" No time to turn back, I keep my eyes focused Slow like I'm on the I-95 smoking Like Ocean's Twelve When I'm postin' smell My zip lock when the red line open Fat girls like, "Yo that's my hero." Enough of them to pull a Five-Five-Zero Incog-negro, after the cream I'm in your hood like (WatchTime?) magazine I mean, for bullshit my nose keen And only takes one hit to get in those jeans It's not your ass, girl it's your brain Now when I hit it I keep the chicken lo mein Back on the train like "Who the hell are you?" I'm Doc, I bring heat like number 32 Brick city niggas, yeah yeah a rider La-La-La don't steal my damn lighter See I'm on point, never catch me slippin' Storch on the track, watch how Reggie rip it Sniff it, you'll know it's on again Walked in this muhfucka like I own da bitch I'm not in Cancun I'm out in Grant tomb On one wheel throwing it up like, "Man move!" Back on my grizzly, yeah take that You want the crack I prepared it ASAP! [Hook] Wussup homegirl we a muhfuckin riders Met her outside of the Copacabana Far from a sucka, pull out the 'lama And tell on myself like, "Yo well your honor?" See, I blast on sight when I move That battery pack on my back stay full I aint no joke, I keep y'all steppin' Doc got next nigga drop y'all weapon Screen on my mic got hash tar resins Engineer fucked up, laughing all reckless I'm like, "Shutup! Gilla house got this." Arms grew longer for my short pockets Stop it? I wish I can I'm trying to be building green like MGM Grand Get it? Redman, who the fuck are you? Got weed? Let me bust a U nigga! [Hook] Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla
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