(feat. Keith Murray)

[Redman]

This is WKYA, We Kickin Yo' $$# radio
All you mother$#&@ers out there that wanna get down with the pound
put your mother$#&@in pounds up, and start bustin the mother$#&@ers

Am I too loud for this mother$#&@er? Turn me down a little bit
Yeah yeah yeah


Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills
Stated own real, haters gon' feel
Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue

You bounty hunters be on the chase for Joe Young
I won't slip, keep pink slips to my car
I'm raw like sushi bars on bougie broads

I retrieve the money, dawg labrador
Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw
You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin

Don't be the next vinyl cut to _Urban Legend_
I can feel where you at, when I pound you up
You out of town !@%!e rhymes, oh you clowns is up

My crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche
If you (*##$es ain't happy, then get a divorce
I'ma do what I want, cause my time is now

Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down

If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back

(*##$ feet out the back, system beat out the track
Am I wrong for dat? (If that's what you like)
Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I guess not)

Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub
Beatin down security cause I don't give a $#&@
Am I wrong for dat? (Mmm mmm)

Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)

Yo Keith, yo yo Keith

[sound of jail door opening]

[Keith Murray]

I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald
Hollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came free
And you ain't gotta believe me, $#&@ bein nervous

Far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service
What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear
Have his whole body shakin in fear

Stormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flames
A few ashes, when they !@#^yze your remains
I live in the streets, reside with the toolie

I kill you like it's part of my religious duty
Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug
Even females who think they thugs

Trigger the release of adrenaline
When I'm gangsta-trippin like the Bloods'n'Crips'n'them
Unleash the matter of energy, killin 'em

Why'd you do it? Because I wasn't feelin them!

[Redman]

If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh)
with a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days
Am I wrong for dat? (I don't think so)

C'mon (*##$, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!)
Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh)
When they playin my song $$# spill out the thong

Am I wrong for dat? (Got that big $$#)
Am I wrong for dat? (Tchk, nooo)


I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang #~!!@
to that bang to the #~!!@ the beat, beat
And if yo', (*##$ ain't sippin that Cristal %#@!

Then she might be leavin with D, D
I got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin Powers
That (*##$ that "Stan" drowned, I $#&@ed around with her

Act like a man, stand on your own two
Doc takin it all, $#&@ who it belong to