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

Yo, I'm spittin my rhymes, we get you
To bump the 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 music to your neck to
You the hard shit, nigga let me connect you
It's 1-800-YO-GILLA; feel me
I open for the newcomers
I show you how to rock the mic, pull yo' pants up and do
I lay my hats where my stompin
Whether Jersey or Australia with jumpin
Yeah, I that hip-hop's gone
My pen catch attitudes, it cry in a
I laugh cause I'm a vet, and get the guap as strong
as any nigga, I alarmed
Yes y'all, it's the Doc, I'm on my business
With jizz for, niggaz and my bitches
I got my hands on my steerin and stick shift
Drivin by nigga, on yo' picnic

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One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin straight the.."}
One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin straight the.."}
One for your motherfuckin mind
House, is back in the buildin

Yo, yo I'm back on my grizzly, set the trap
We don't work for Nike but can (Air) a mac
My pen game tight in the like hair wraps
You a (40 Old Virgin), gettin hair waxed
Now, Reggie '07 internation-al
My girl got guns in her gown
If you love hip-hop, my people at now?
Relax now, got it mapped down, House
I in the crowd (ohhhhhhhhhh!)
I do it I do it loud, grown man style
Since I was a butt-naked
I I would grow to be the one {?} on record

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nigga!