Bobyahed2dis Lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside - Redman

And I say... right about now you are rockin with the best! 

Can I get a hit? *inhale* *coughing* Thank you *coughing* 

What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side 

Who knows better than the Funkadelic devil himself 

To all knotty head niggaz, bob to this 

Come walk with Def Squad on the darkside 

Coming to you live and direct without further adieu 

I bring to you Redman one more time 

This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it... god DAYAM! 

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(Redman) 

So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit? 

The mirror said "You are, you conceited bastard" 

*cutting and scratching of bastard* 

Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's the dogfetcher, I betcha 

Aahhhhhhhhhhh, with the slang 

Get you coughed up from the weed it'll bust your brain 

The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts 

I'm catchin applause when I rock the micraphone from the heart 

My style's foul, so look into the eyes of Lorimars 

As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars 

Still rollin down the highway wit my forty between my lap bitch 

Crossin DTW, coming into my lap and 

Boy my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back 

My style swarms over ghettoes like crack 

Blow in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga 

As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger 

But I bet you you can't do that, cause the multiplatinums 

can't save your ass on the block, and you're fucked if it ain't pop 

The funk is blowin wattage out your fuckin trunks 

Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps 

Props I got, coming through your block nine cocked 

My socks, even got three-eighty-nine shots 

Don't press it, I hang em like them niggaz do in Texas 

You don't have no heart you chestless, cuz your heart's on my necklace 

I give props to real MC's like KRS-One 

Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta me and I'm from 

The East coast! Where a nigga like you get that fat? 

And since you came out gassed, well I'm closin your gas cap 

The creature, from the deeper, ultimate funk freaker 

Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the bleacher 

A menace like Dennis, I got game like Ennis 

I can french-kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentence 

Lord have mercy! It's too much funk to cope with 

Droppin dope shit after dope shit, we're atrocious 

That's from the lungs, that rings from here to kingdom come 

And I don't have to be a Special Ed to get dumb! 

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