Redman
Booyaka Shot
Booyaka shot
Cosmo (Give it to me)
Yeah (Give it to me)
Yo, I walk in high
My eyes all red like I went around with wine Manuel Marques
These chicken heads with me be on meds
And I'm hungover too, I woke up with a bald head
My momma said "Redman, boy, you a smoke addict"
I replied "Momma, better than a dope addict"
Rap, I'm dope at it
The first mile, like [?] you gonna choke at it
The way I vocab it (Go on)
Split an L though
Grab a bitch too
Drive around a gang area like shit's cool
Brag about your million views on YouTube
And tell her that nigga next to Jay-Z is you
'Cause I don't care who in the gym tryna swell up
I go postal out of a USPS mail truck
Ring the bell, I'm like both of the derails
And my boy Nas can tell that I'm back like the esco
Ayo, b-b-b-booyaka shot
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Get 'em)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
Letras de canciones'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot
Ayo, b-b-b-b-booyaka shot (Yeah)
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Let's go)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot
Yo, I roll the blunt with [?] and cocaine
With acid, PCP, hash and propane
Now I'm a life wire tryna revive the dyin'
To do a last episode of Soul Train
I got LeBron James game, L.A.X
With a pen I'm untouchable, Eliot Ness
How heavy it gets? Well, if I go broke
I put on the mask without the Jim Carrey effects (Yeah)
That's why I walk like there's a lot of hair on my chest
And rappers give me room, like a marionette
Then I bully the bullies around the playground
Helpin' the kids bring the suicide rate down (Let's go)
I talk with the best, hang with the less (That's right)
They all get the same address
Fuck ya feelings (Fuck you)
If you judgin' me by a music color or race
You might find the banana clip very appealin'
Ayo, b-b-b-booyaka shot
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Get 'em)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot
Ayo, b-b-b-b-booyaka shot (Yeah)
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Let's go)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot
Yo, Red back on the bs (On the bs)
It's feeling like the 70's in the BX
I'm cool hook of this era, and it gets better
I'm like the W, I do it whenever, whenever (Yeah)
I'm in the G ride bumpin' Dogg Pound
Weed louder than white kids having meltdowns
I told my psychiatrist I need help now
I go cold red for all the cases of the Mike Browns (That's right, nigga)
My mic sounds nice, don't it?
That's how it sounds when it sees it
Nigga, throwin' salt and pepper on it (Uh)
And let a rude fan try to have a heckle moment
He better be insured walkin' with that gecko on him
I'm devilish with a Holy Grail feel
Listenin' to me, you get a Holyfield ear
40. Cal in my homie wheelchair
So we don't need no prints when my homie Bell Air
They say I'm a little old to be doing rap
I said, that crap y'all doing? I ain't doing that
When the fans misguided, I rely on Dan Dubler, Oblongata
Then I crack they piñata
Fuck boys never win, only G's up
I married the rap game without a prenup
I told a girl to get some edibles
She said, what's edibles?
I said, eat a bowl of these nuts
Ayo, b-b-b-booyaka shot
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Get 'em)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot
Ayo, b-b-b-b-booyaka shot (Yeah)
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Let's go)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot
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