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Redman - Jersey Yo lyrics

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Once upon a time up in Jersey  Yo!
 Ha ha  I damn near had to wreck a hoe
 Yo  I knocked on her do'  "Who is it?"
 Ha ha  it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
 I heard them niggaz in The Bricks get smoked a lot
 I heard them niggaz out in Brooklyn get smoked a lot
 I heard them niggaz all Uptown get smoked a lot
 I heard them niggaz out in Queens get smoked a lot

 Yo  yo yo
 I smoke your buddha to the last drop like I was Maxwell
 If blunts came in degrees, call me a blackbelt
 I'm worldwide chinky, ? dog with chrome inkies
 Chicken ridin shottie and she boost ALL her dickie
 This is your brain, this is my tape on drugs
 If your lame ass can't feel it, then your cord unplugged
 PPP smoked your weed, ain't nobody around
 You just got clowned for a whole half a pound, check it out, now
 I do a lot of stupid shit when I be smokin
 One time I left my truck runnin in Brooklyn WIDE OPEN
 I forget who I call, ask for Nia (R - "Hello, can I talk to Nia?")
 and it's Tonya (G - "NIA?!", R - "Oh shit!")
 Click over (R - "Whassup bitch?".. "Oh, hi momma!")
 Yo, when I'm on stage rhymin I forget what state that I'm in
 The bitches numbers I lost, my Baby Momma find em
 I played the lottery, forty million that day
 I probably won the motherfucker but I forgot that I played!

 Yo yo yo
 Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
 Ha ha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
 Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?"
 Hah, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
 I heard them niggaz up in Cali get smoked a lot
 All them niggaz in Atlanta get smoked a lot
 I heard them niggaz in Virginia get smoked a lot
 I heard them niggaz in Rhode Island get smoked a lot

 Aiyyo-yo, yo
 When I get high I start throwin water in the crowd
 Battle MC's off the top, slaughterin a child
 Detroit call it Ganz, Miami call it Krip
 No matter what you call it, it be peelin back my shit!
 Aiyyo Cali niggaz got Bomb -- that same Bomb
 made me forget my momma's birthday and it's tattoed on my arm
 I misplace my Lex keys everytime I be zee'd up
 I was caught puttin Christmas trees up, and it was Easter!
 Do y'all motherfuckers feel high tonight?
 Knowin y'all niggaz shouldn't drive tonight?
 Yo, however the plan go, close the Caravan do'
 So we can all dye and get high off of secondhand smoke
 Brick City got the Pep, empty out your Black N' Milds
 Smokin the L with Doc earn Frequent Flyin Miles
 I flew around the planet with my weed tucked in
 I need to go to E.O. rehab, and sign my stankin ass in!

 Yo yo YO!
 Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
 Ah-hah, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
 Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?"
 Yo, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
 I heard them niggaz in The Bronx get smoked a lot
 I heard them niggaz up in Yonkers get smoked a lot
 I heard them niggaz in Chi-Town get smoked a lot
 I heard them niggaz in Detroit get smoked a lot
 Lot, lot, lot, lot
 Yo, yo, yo, yo
 Yo.. motherfucker
 Don't fuck around in The Bricks motherfucker
 Rats'll whoop your ass over there motherfucker
 Nigga got so much Backyard Boogie over there
 the seeds'll kill you motherfucker, yeah!
 Chickenheads'll rob you over there motherfucker
 Sucker ass motherfucker
 Get the fuck on out of here
 Yo light that shit here!

 (We gon' take you out, on W Fuck All Y'all radio
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Copyrights:

Author: Anthony Wheaton, Betty Mabry, O'Shea Jackson, Reggie Noble

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Doc's da Name 2000 (1998)

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