Whateva Man Lyrics - Redman

*woman moans* 

(E Dub) Microphone check one two 

Aiyyo, you ready to get down man? 

(Red) Yo, whateva man 

(E Dub) You ready to get drunk as fuck? 

(Red) Whateva man 

(E Dub) You, you sayin somethin? 

(Red) Whateva man 

(E Dub) Aiyyo 

(Red) Whateva man 

(E Dub) Check it, Kool V 

(I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin 

Mike type of sangin) Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin) 

Verse One: Redman, Sermon 

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Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you 

I keep your daughter way out past her curfew 

Hard far from commercial 

(So what cha mean nigga) 

We don't give a fuck when we smoked out 

In the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt 

From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets 

Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks 

Aiyyo, can I be SWV? 

You the One nigga 

Rap Shogun, yes E the one 

Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz 

Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger 

Yo give me dap nigga 

What I clap lyrically tap call back 

Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse 

So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map 

I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep) 

Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me 

Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert 

Your boombox better form a union 

Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond 

Niggaz front like they want it 

But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted 

Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin 

So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin 

Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician 

of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in 

But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin 

I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches 

that's Masters like the Furious Five 

I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog 

(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this 

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*woman moaning* (ohhh daddy... aiyeee) 

(Sermon and Red harmonizing) 

(Red) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? 

(E Dub) Whateva man 

(Red) You ready to knock this nigga out? 

(E Dub) Whateva man 

(Red) Yo, you ready to get this chedda? 

(E Dub) Whateva man 

(Red) You ready to start this shit off? 

(E Dub) Whateva man 

Verse Two: Redman 

I smoked with a lot of college, students 

Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it 

You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent 

I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark 

Bigger they come, harder they fall 

That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all 

I lit my first L before I started to crawl 

I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl 

But things changed since I was twelve years old 

I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes 

Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha 

Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya 

Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch 

I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch 

Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got 

Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher 

(Red) You ready to roll this weed up? 

(E Dub) Whateva man 

(Red) You ready to rob this niga? 

(E Dub) Whateva man 

(Red) You ready to fuck bitch? 

(E Dub) Whateva man 

(Red) You ready to guzzle this liquor? 

(E Dub) Whateva man 

(E Dub harmonizing again)