Slide And Rock On Lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside - Redman

Intro: 

Yo, this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in the 

holdin pen with me in central booking 

Welcome to the system 

(Ha ha ha haaaa! Yeahhh! Motherfuckers! 

Coming to you live from Newark, New Jersey) 

(Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up) 

Fucked up (all night) all night 

(Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up) 

Fucked up (all night) all night 

(Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker) 

Verse One: 

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Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic 

I come wtter than Purple Rain, I bust brains, the funk Doctor 

Spock, got the glock, now I'm smokin out your sess spot 

I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY 

Who is that nigga that's comin six billion feet 

I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street 

I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly 

Look at the letter-coated afro like my man Shaft would be 

The new vroom, crisp like chicken and Chinese food 

I'm just like The Whispers here to put you in the mood 

(Jumpin Jersey) Yeah you heard me, got more family than the Partridge 

Roll the red carpet for Red from here to corner markey 

You're tryin me, I'm a menace of society, right 

(Yo yo they killed your style) Yo yo, I ain't lettin shit ride 

Droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms 

Covering my dick, plus I'm diesel like all of them 

Chorus: Repeat 2X 

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Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on (somebody, help 

meeeeee!) Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on 

(You gotta rock on) Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on 

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on 

Verse Two: 

My momma used to tell me turn that shit the fuck off 

So I had to play like Foxy and get off (get off) 

My shit was thick I bought a clip then cocked my own grip at honeydips 

Cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, beeitch 

Selling bags from uptowwwwn 

Me and Lester put our money together now we got the block locked down 

31 to local A-Train's, Hoboken 

I took the back way, New Jersey transit cops were open 

I'm hopin, that they don't go inside my boots 

Cause we had everything, from jewelry to thai-one suits 

And ClienTEL, I'm drinkin Ballentine L in hell 

So Redman rock well before our record sell 

Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous 

(And if ya ain't come back) Is what the base-head used to tell us 

(Yo fellaz!) Our whole scheme sinkin like boats 

Cause Les mixed biz with pleasure when we shoulda stuck to lactose 

But every good thing comes to a end 

With no ends, on the block, sellin weed again 

My moms tried to make me go to school, I just didn't listen 

Got locked up, now I'm all in the system, listen 

Chorus 

Verse Three: 

Whassup! I tickle your putty-cars with my loonie raps 

on groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts 

From my city I spread it all like Jiffy 

It's a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be 

I mold like clay, and roll dice just like Andrew 

I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handle 

Whatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathy 

So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept MC's 

I keep my car underground just like the Lords 

Even though I'm known, like all the four wheels on the course 

So let me pull up to your bumper like Grace Jones 

Cause my shit be WAY off the hook like pay phonesssahh! *dial tone*