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Yo Redman is the shit I done fuckin heard!
(Yeah, hahaha... this is Dr. Trevis, comin to y'all live)

Yo, I'm my rhymes, we gonna get you
To the music to break your neck to
(Yo yo yo yo, ay ay ay)
(Y'all muh'fuckers ready)

Yo, I spit my rhymes, we gonna get you
To bump the to break your neck to
You the hard shit, nigga let me connect you
It's feel me flow
I open doors for the
I show you how to rock the mic, yo' pants up and do somethin
I lay my hats my boots stompin
Jersey or Australia with kangaroo jumpin
Yeah, I that hip-hop's gone
My pen catch attitudes, it cry in a
I laugh cause I'm a vet, and still get the as strong
as any nigga, I alarmed
Yes y'all, the Doc, I'm back on my business
With for, real niggaz and my bitches
I got my hands on my wheel and stick shift
by nigga, pissin on yo' picnic

[Chorus 2X:
One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin from the.."}
One time for motherfuckin mind {"Comin straight from the.."}
One time for your motherfuckin
Gilla House, is back in the

Yo, yo I'm back on my grizzly, set the trap
We work for Nike but sure can (Air) a mac
My pen game tight in the hood like wraps
You a (40 Year Old Virgin), hair waxed
Now, Noble '07 internation-al
My got guns in her speghetti-strap gown
If you hip-hop, where my people at now?
now, got it mapped down, Gilla House
I in the crowd (ohhhhhhhhhh!)
Whenever I do it I do it loud, grown man
Since I was a butt-naked
I knew I grow to be the one {?} on record

[Chorus w/ ad

nigga!