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

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

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

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

Shorty, shorty, give me that
Start a riot security 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 niggaz ain't havin that shit)
You hold this blaow
(Real street, real niggaz ain't havin that shit)

You could this blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz havin that shit)
You could hold blaow
(And niggaz is, nig and is gettin smoked G)
You could this blaow
(Believe me)

House Foundation
Gilla Foundation
Gilla Foundation
Gilla House

Yo, Gilla era, fuck you, pay me
Boogie like Bronx, high at the skate key
like Janet, 'What Have You Done 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 blood
So when you get here, show a whole love
Or leave shot up, and thrown out a shrub

I condone, I got kids to relate to
'Redman Wild', hear the new debut
Fox fired a nigga, boy that's great
Now I'm back in the hood like Goose

gona stop me? I'm razor sharp
With niggaz frontline and Jay the boss
Y'all chicken ass niggaz blood of broth
But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New

So all you West Coast niggaz, get money
Cause these Brick City dudes get 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, give me that
Start a 'til security on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes
Nine, four, three, eleven, get it or it

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

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

Gilla, Gilla, Gilla,
Yeah, Gilla
Gilla, Gilla, Gilla,
niggaz, monkey niggaz