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Redman - Doc's Da Name - 12 - We'll All Rite Cha (feat. Method Man) [HQ Sound]
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Redman
Redman
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Komponist:in
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Komponist:in
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Produzent:in

Letras

[Intro]
Hydro, indo (Buddha!)
Ha, cocoa, yo, ya-ya-yo!
I need some brown weed all day, huh (Lady)
I need some brown weed, yeah (Jenny)
I need some cut
Lady, lady
[Verse 1]
Now these doors don't open till after dark
And it ain't till 12 till the party really starts
Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin
Yo-yo, once bitten, jabberjaws, tryin' to taste the
Paper written, kids be bullshittin', I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
Criminal minded, put my life behind it, you ****
Find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
That can give a dick a bad sickness
[Verse 2]
Yo-yo! Yo, son, excuse me? (Yo)
I'm tryin' to earn a million buck or two
The ill MC step in, and who the fuck are you?
Doc start walkin', bumpin' M.O.P
To catch a **** gettin' gassed, puttin' ten on three (Da Ruckus!)
With the mic, I blast men on sight
So off the hook, Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted
20/20 vision comes tinted! From being so high
So high, so high, so high
[Verse 3]
Air it out
Iron Lung, I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, party's over in the cut
Slappin' grudges off a ****'s shoulder, bringin' ruck'
Like them wildcats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, swallow ebola, soul controller
Of the universe, stole-a, colder than polar
Caps, grab your hoodie hat, island of Stat'
Keep them cats runnin' for they gat in stormy weather
[Verse 4]
Gats, right hook, uppercut, swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I
Ayo, ho! Doc be keepin' a dope show like Marilyn
Manson, the handgun be stashed in the panelling
Jersey drop, son, watch me whip it like midget
Diggin' in that whole plate and piss on your picnic
Don't nobody move, don't nobody start flinchin'
Limo driver, roll up the fuckin' partition!
[Chorus]
Who them **** that be rollin' them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night, yeah, yeah
Well, all rite cha
Well, who them cats you can call on when you wanna brawl?
Get drunk as hell and so on, yo-yo
Well, all rite cha
Is Funk Doc up in the house? Yo-yo
Well, all rite cha
Hot Nix up in the house?
Well, all rite cha
Bricks to Stat' hold it down, yo-yo
Well, all rite cha
Mad dick up in your mouth
Ha, all night cha
[Verse 5]
Yo, Tical and Doc did it before, I'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in (Ayo, we out!)
Six drop in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the floor at your wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble, T-Roy, till your earlobes keloid
Terminator 2, Doc after Sarah Conn'
For the barrel bonds, Tical, you're on (Am I on?)
[Refrain]
Uh-uh-on, uh-uh-on
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-on
[Verse 6]
Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a MAC
To make your back stiffen, flip the script, I act different
The oddball, keep your distance, warning y'all, you don't listen
Bitchin' over shit you ain't gettin'
So finally puttin' in work, the big hurt
MC with a social disease, and get it first
Enemies feel my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? The field ****!
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA, sharp, and hazardous
Figure with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a millipede, hot Nix-on
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (Ha!)
Showin' you the pain I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts deep rooted, nowadays
They come with batteries included in wicked ways
[Chorus]
Who them **** that be rollin' them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' pussy all night, yeah, yeah
Well, all rite cha
Well, who them cats you can call on when you wanna brawl?
Get drunk as hell and so on, yo-yo
Well, all rite cha
Is Funk Diggy up in the house? Yo-yo
Well, all rite cha
Meth Diggy, no doubt
Well, all rite cha
Bricks to Stat' hold it down, yo-yo
Well, all rite cha
Mad dick up in your mouth
Yo, all night cha
[Outro]
S.I.N.Y. 10304
Written by: Clifford Smith, Erick Sermon, Reggie Noble
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