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REDMAN lyrics : "Rock Da Spot"

(W.. F.. D.. S..) Aiyyo, aiyyo check this out man
Hah, aiyyo hah-hah
Aiyyo aiyyo, hah-hah

Nahnah, aiyyo, aiyyo
Damn
I'm the bomb, ringin off all types alarms

My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann's
Aggravated $$#ault, against an MC
Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees

It's mad real in Da Bricks, plus I roll thick
You can quote this, I'm the Moby Dick of dopeness
(*##$, walk the walk if you talk the talk

I DK New Jerz, and DK-New York
I don't push a lot of vehicles, but I push a used one
With a tape deck, if it's feasible

Tell the truth, I don't own a Lex Coupe
But I get you souped when I rock respect due
I'sa nice ^!$$% that wanna get diced

Slice the mic device like the body of Christ twice
E Double if you feel me hit me once
(A breaker one, a breaker two)

Cause trouble to you family and friends
Let me cut the bull%#@!, just hand me yo ends
Got caught out there cause you a Mack without 10

Punch you in your chin
The rucker, bringer, live from Hell, but stay
cooler than a double L

Turn a felony to a misdemeanor
Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner
$#&@ that, still walk out holdin my strap

Blunt, grabbin my weiner

Now first of all I go for broke

Check the third quarter note, I make you feel like your water broke
Can't tell whether male or female
I $#&@ed up your frame well, the monogram can't tell

All aboard my balls, cause my dick don't got a lot of room
for the rest of y'all
Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight

Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo'
(*##$, about nine inch up the !@$%
Can you feel me comin, yeah I usually make em %#@!

I shines MC's up for auction
So I can sell em on Saturday, Keith put the bat away
Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down

and turn into an $$#-kicking holiday
Word, I rolls with the Funklord
With more flavors than them mother$#&@ers on

them Benetton billboards
He's bleeding get the gauze
He shoulda knew Def Squad crew is who I kill for

Push the clip in, slide the top back
Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract
%#@! like that get me vexed

So I crack your $$# like corn while your (*##$ crack my Beck's

Hah-hah

One deuce! One deuce
Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture
So you won't forget the, black Jack the Ripper

Sorceror offin y'all with techniques
A universal lingo, with the odd speaks
Control more blacks than Harlem week, freak

Smokin that leak at full peak
Peace to Greg Street, and underground radio technique
College radio, no I mack %#@! like Maceo

Yeah, the East coast West coast dick giver
I oughta be an alkie, the way I hit liver
Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw

%#@! you never seen before
So when you come inside, and do the front
Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run

Relax your minds, let your concious be free
And get money, and G's and roll these trees
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This is DJ SAYWHAT?? on this mother$#&@er.
Comin to you live from WFDS radio from da Brick City.
[continued on "Welcome (Interlude)"]

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