Songtext:
[Redman] Wuppertal Webseiten Design Aiyyo yo fuck that! Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin mojo Aiyyo Reggie Noble, aiyyo Reggie Noble c'mere nigga! Aiyyo start it off while I tell you how it went down
Yo, yo Beschriftungen Bonn Put the drop down, get your smoke on Get your feel on, are you feeling? Get your girl on, get your squeeze on Get your bus on, are you chilling? Are you wheeling, are you feeling? How you feeling? And we gon' hooo-oooh-ooh (Tell me what you doin)
C'mon, yo yo-yo yo, yo yo I had to put the mash down, throw the cash around Stay focused, on the case put the hash down Jetted through the air about five miles per hour My mojo gone I can't fly like I wanna But this case is easy, find that motherfucker that couldn't wait to be me, put his face on TV From the tec blow, I asked my ex-hoes Pass off some info for a pair of X.O.'s Write the check low, I don't do that I told you that shit before when I boned your back Now I'm back to square one, and everybody hatin So I popped the flare gun, now they all escapin Ran into Gator, from _Jungle Fever_ He's my people and my neighbor, I said I need a favor He said for ten dollars, and for ten Whoppers from Burger King, I'll tell you the nigga who gotcha Gave him what he wanted plus the extra large fry He said blue eyes, blonde hair, a white guy I said... what the fuck goin on? A white guy interruptin my fuck flowin on? So I copped some new ammo, reloaded my flare gun Stalkin like Rambo, mixed with Commando Gator pushed the ten-speed bike, I'm on the handle Crashed into somethin cause he high off my man blow I jumped up and backtracked myself Who's the last hoe I fucked or throat I cut? I said wait a minute, yo, that bitch Jane on the prowl again I bet she up to no good, actin foul again Yeah, yeah, it ain't nuttin, I get her if I want her Matter of fact I'm gonna cause she live around the corner I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my armor cause she bring drama like Jeffrey Dahmer But I heard fuckin all the way from the bottom I'm like, damn she yellin! Kinda made me jealous Knocked on the door enraged like a broke-ass rapper, at a label that ain't toured in days Do it clown, before I count to four now Cause if I hit five them flares'll blow your door down I heard the zipper zip up, and they was tryin to run So I re-clipped the clip up, and blew it before one FREEZE MOTHERFUCKERS, I jumped on Jane back I WANT THE CHEESE MOTHERFUCKERS, and my name back We tusslin, fightin, bitin skin and rustlin Slaps in the face, chokes with the belt buckle and her knees bucklin, I thought to myself "Where's that motherfuckin white guy she was fuckin?" then right out the blue {*CLANG!*} Owww! {*birds chirpin*} Who dat? Who dere?
