Enjoy Da Ride Lyrics - Malpractice - Redman

Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, to the Roller Coaster Malpractice 

Please stay seated, yeh, and hold on even FUCKIN tighter now 

Cause this next section's, as big as the 

FUCKIN BLEEDIN Ti-FUCKIN-tanic!! 

And it's called the Heart Attack Mountain; 

which we feel is self-explanatory ("Stop stop stop stop!!") 

(Streetlife) 

Yo, I know the streets is watchin' 

Dirty date niggas cock-blockin' and plottin' 

Waitin' for my downfall, Street got options 

Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, I'ma stay rockin 

All emcee's paused when they heard the album's droppin 

Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction 

Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin' 

I produce, joints that loosen up the socket 

Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit 

Bang your head to this, pump your fist if you feelin' it 

Wild the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it 

This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You) 

Who the ultimate? (Wu) 

Stay committed, sold my soul to this rap shit (nigga) 

Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get clapped quick 

I roll with, ghetto bastard withcuits 

And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture 

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(interlude) 

Hold on. 

{DT}: This is Dr. Trevis, comin to y'all motherfunkers live 

Hold on, hold on. 

{Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!") 

(Redman) 

Yo, yo, yo 

I cop a new Benz, crash the front 

So hard the airbags use nasal pumps 

Jump out, cock the shottie (raise 'em up!) 

I stomp holes like the ground ain't paved enough 

Inform the former the first step was a warm-up 

The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was 

Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up 

Shots'll tear ya Sean John and Phat Farm up (nev-ah!) 

I never got a Soul Train award (nev-ah!) 

Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all (nev-ah!) 

Trick a bitch car payment off 

I'm a orangutang when the chain is off nigga 

I set-trip, and I slowly blas 

with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask 

Leavin, stains of blood on your Roley glass 

When I'm, in your hood nigga throw me bags 

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(interlude) 

Hold on. 

{DT}: You've just been hit, with the ultimate hardcore shit 

Hold on, hold on. {motherfucker} 

{Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!") 

(Method Man) 

Let's trip the night fantastic 

I'm flexible, they used to call me plastic 

These big butt bitches get they ass kicked 

It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids 

Couldn't live where we live 

I can't be defeated like "Nobody Beats the Wiz" 

Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids 

Right? You know the Clan and you know the fuckin man 

Meth rock a mic without a kickstand 

Two blunts, and razors in his wristband 

Slap you and your bitch man 

Lookin in your lobby, call me stick-man 

When it's goin down, call me quicksand 

Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston 

And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant 

For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F 

and be flexin as hard as my erection 

Kid learn your lesson cuz what if I decide to start testin 

your joint - end the motherfuckin session 

(interlude) 

Hold on. 

{DT}: This is the final moment, where you motherfuckers bout to die 

Hold on, hold on. {yo} 

{Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!") 

(Saukrates) 

Yo, yo - let a nigga get into it 

Lubricate y'all veins with this "Do-It" fluid 

I Einstein the rymes, spit them thangs to prove it 

Cross with the Mack, in fact, my game's the truest 

Now I'm on the highway, doin it my way 

With Street, Illegal, Meth, Roc, and Doc Friday 

Performin like the weather was warm 

And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms 

And keep the ghetto, pop your metal 

Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow 

The addiction, ain't no friction 

I got them rap heads fillin out a prescription, with diciton 

Gettin thick when I put fire to the steaks 

And burn the odds, like a iron to your face 

These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin 

Make it clear - look out, Big 'Sauks is here, nigga what?) 

Hold on. 

{DT}: This is Dr. Trevis, warnin y'all motherfuckers 

Hold on, hold on. 

{Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!") 

Hold on, hold on. 

{DT}: PPP Def Squad, we lock shit down 

Hold on, hold on. 

{Adam F}: The Roller Coaster Malpractice! ("Stop stop stop stop!!")