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Red's Wild
Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla
Gilla, Gilla

Yo, I'm hot, warmin ridin on 26
I ain't thug I don't, bullet proof shit
Gilla and we abide by the blueprint
We ain't all loud, holla and

Blah, blah, blah, a whole lotta
You know the loud ones, do a whole lot of duckin
I stay on the grind, my real heavy
And even for that cake, I'll Lil' Debbie

Soldier boy, murder land's like
on stage, more deeper than a Commodore
Get down, yeah, knock your mans off
Wouldn't trade places if you [Incomprehensible] or

Shorty, shorty, give me that
Start a riot 'til on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, all sort of hoes yellin
Nine, four, three, eleven, get it or it

You could hold blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't that shit)
You could hold this
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin shit)

You could this blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't that shit)
You could hold blaow
(And niggaz is, nig and niggaz is gettin G)
You could this blaow
(Believe me)

Gilla House
Gilla House
House Foundation
Gilla House

Yo, Gilla nigga era, you, pay me
Boogie like Bronx, high at the skate key
It's like Janet, 'What Have You For Me, Lately'?
Nuttin, I up, you try to inflate me

Dawg, in my dutch, a whole bud
End up in Jersey now, a whole lotta
So when you get here, show a whole love
Or leave shot up, and thrown out a shrub

I don't condone, I got kids to to
'Redman Gone Wild', the new debut
Fox fired a nigga, boy that's news
Now I'm back in the hood Grey Goose

Who's gona stop me? I'm razor
With Gilla frontline and Jay the boss
Y'all ass niggaz blood made of broth
But I'm talk, L.A. and New York

So all you Coast niggaz, get that money
Cause these Brick City get that money
gonna be one pussy that'll act funny
Yo, I'm gonna get this nigga, leave the Cadillac

Yo, Uptown got haze, got crippy
I'm fucked up, I my own self a Mickie
Doin dirty, I'm 'XXX' like Vin
Who you know can weed out of Wendy's

Shorty, shorty, me that body
Start a 'til security on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, all sort of hoes yellin
Nine, four, three, eleven, get it or it

You could hold this
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't that shit)
You could hold blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin shit)

You could hold this
(Real street, real street ain't havin that shit)
You could hold blaow
(And niggaz is, nig and niggaz is smoked G)
You could hold this
(Believe me)

Gilla, Gilla, Gilla,
Yeah, niggaz
Gilla, Gilla, Gilla,
Thorough niggaz, niggaz