Redman's solo career continued throughout the remainder of the decade, with each of his albums selling at least half a million copies. His musical style has remained very consistent, rarely deviating from a combination of Redman's unique braggadocious wit and hard, P-funk-influenced beats. In addition to releasing albums under his own name, he is part of the group Def Squad (along with Keith Murray and Erick Sermon) with whom he released the 1998 album El Nino, and also has formed a close partnership with labelmate Method Man (of the Wu-Tang Clan) with whom he released the 1999 album Blackout!. The long-awaited follow-up, Blackout! 2, apeared in 2009.
He has also collaborated extensively, both with hip-hop artists and with artists from other genres; the long list of artists and groups he has worked with includes Wyclef Jean, Snoop Dogg, Scarface, The Offspring, Christina Aguilera, Eminem, Gorillaz, D'Angelo, Me'shell Ndegeocello, 2Pac, Jodeci, Cypress Hill, De La Soul, KRS One and IAM.
In 2001 Redman co-starred with Method Man in the stoner comedy film How High, which featured the pair playing two marijuana-addled students attempting to survive at Harvard. Method Man and Redman also appear in the Def Jam Vendetta video game series, often as Tag Team partners, and briefly had their own television sitcom, Method & Red, on Fox during the 2004-2005 season.
Redman is also featured on the video game "True Crime: New York City", in which the central character interacts with an undercover street cop based upon the rap star, who also provides the voice for him.
Aliases
* Funk Doc
* Funk Doctor Spock
* Doc
* Reggie
* Reggie Noble
* Soopaman Luva
Discography:
Albums
* 1992: Whut? Thee Album
* 1994: Dare Iz a Darkside
* 1996: Muddy Waters
* 1998: Doc's Da Name 2000
* 1998: El Nino (with Eric Sermon and Keith Murray)
* 1999: Blackout! (Method Man & Redman)
* 2001: Malpractice
* 2007: Red Gone Wild
Singles
* 1992: "Blow Your Mind"
* 1993: "Time 4 Sum Aksion"
* 1993: "Tonight's da Night"
* 1994: "Rockafella"
* 1995: "Can't Wait" (US #94)
* 1995: "How High" (with Method Man) (US #13)
* 1996: "Funkorama" (from Insomnia: The Erick Sermon Compilation Album)
* 1996: "It's Like That (My Big Brother)" (US #95)
* 1997: "Pick It Up"
* 1997: "Whateva Man" (US #42)
* 1998: "I'll Bee Dat!"
* 1999: "Da Goodness"
* 1999: "Let Da Monkey Out"
* 2001: "Let's Get Dirty (I Can't Get in Da Club)" (US# 97)
* 2001: "Smash Sumthin'"
* 2007: "Put it Down"
Filmography
* 1999: Colorz of Rage
* 1999: PIGS
* 2000: Boricua's Bond
* 2001: Statistic: The Movie
* 2001: How High
* 2002: Stung
* 2003: Thaddeus Fights the Power!
* 2004: Method & Red
* 2004: Seed Of Chucky
* 2006: High Times Stony Awards (Cohost)
[2]
REDMAN is a Japanese rock-band formed in 2013. The members have different backgrounds which are reflected in their music. They have influences from heavy rock, emo, pop, but are always powerful.
“RED” stands for the passion they have.
Vo. Satoshi Ishikawa (ギルガメッシュ)
Gt. Ryo Sugihara (Towalens)
Gt. Rihito Sonoki (ex-SPLAY)
Ba. Soichiro Yoshioka (Towalens)
Dr. Keito Oukuma (THE HEROES SYNDICATE)
Cisco Kid
Redman Lyrics
Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
We gonna get you high
Let's get high
Let's get high
I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
Think you gotta win, don't hold your breath
Spittin' on a track with Red and Meth
Rollin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill
DJ D just resonate it
Over my brain 'til it's saturated
Gotta get the kush weed and cultivate it
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
'Cause lungs get filled like Hershey Highways
I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded
You're sittin' at home, feeling isolated
Is there a doctor in the house?
We like, fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth
Lemme show you what a thug about
We can talk or we can slug it out
Better yet, you can bark like your bitch when I dug it out
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
Time to settle this, like men
I'm pipin' hot, exciting
Write a gem or hyping them, alright then
All day I drink and smoke
Shell toe with a anchor, sink your boat
Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Rocwilder blend the track again, holla
Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
Call Superhead nothing to throat, swallow
Bang the track, bring your bat
Ain't too many that can hang with that
So why bother
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
Yeah, Sen Dog, and fall back
And who wrote on this track
I don't really give a fuck
Put the pen down, let's toss 'em up
Soul assassins, Latin thugs
Whole damn world know about us
Rhymes we kick and weed we puff
Get you vatos all fucked up
And sing along to my get high song
Had you choking off of four foot bong
Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong
Yo, call me that doctor
P-Funk or chronic blower
Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
Hash burns in your pull out sofa
This is my brain on drugs
Move out my way, cuz, 'cause I might run you over
Bitches bounce your titties
I bounce with a pump shotgun (show over)
Look out, the highest man in the world
Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
Can't drink and can't stand when they hurl
Niggas, two puffs and pass me the L
What you talking 'bout I ain't high enough to start that party
Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge (don't shoot nobody)
What, you ain't high enough?
Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Strap a bomb to your mouth 'til you wired up
'Til the Park Ranger call the firetruck
And said, "Hey, motherfucker, what you be smoking on?"
I said, You punk motherfucker, why do you want some?"
Yo, yo, yo give me that gun, we don't need to fight
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Don't no nigga wanna die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight, bitch
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
He drank whiskey, Poncho drank the wine
(Hell yeah)
In the song "Cisco Kid" by Redman, the artists describe their love for smoking weed and how it affects their lives. They compare smoking weed to breathing it in like a chestful of air, and even mention the Ouija board as a tool for spreading their message. The song also features a reference to Cypress Hill, with the artists stating that they believe she is a "smokin' assassin" capable of filling their brains with weed until they are saturated. They also speak about the tradition of smoking blunts, claiming that they get filled like "Hershey Highways" and are enjoyed by hoes who love to hate it.
The song then turns to a discussion about conflict and fighting, with Redman suggesting that they can either talk it out or "slug it out." He goes on to say that he is "ahead of his time" and ready to settle the score like men. The song also features references to different types of drugs, from whiskey to hash and weed, and even mentions the effects of smoking a "four foot bong." Ultimately, "Cisco Kid" is a song about embracing a carefree lifestyle and enjoying the pleasures of life, such as smoking weed and drinking alcohol.
Line by Line Meaning
I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest
My rhymes hit you hard like weed smoke in your chest
Think you got endo, hold your breath
You might think you're ready for this, but hold your breath
Spittin' on the track with Red and Meth
I'm rapping on this song with Redman and Method Man
Holdin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette
We're holding up a blunt while you're smoking a cassette tape
Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's
We're the ones with the Ouija boards, spitting rhymes on CDs too
Spread it on the arm, come on believe me
Let it settle in your arm, trust me
Look who it is, it's the funky feel
Guess who's here, it's the funky Redman
Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill
With B-Real from Cypress Hill, smoking to kill
We think she's just resonated?
We're wondering if she's feeling the vibe
Fillin' my brain till it's saturated
This weed is hitting my brain hard
When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it
When you grind up weed and make it stronger
Give it to the hoes who love to hate it
Give it to the haters, who secretly love it
'Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways
Blunts get packed with weed like highways get packed with cars
I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze
I don't care where you're sitting when I smoke
Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded
Hanging out at the club, super high
You saving that bump(??), then isolate it
If you're saving some weed for later, keep it separate
Is there a Doctor in the house?
Is there someone who can handle this rhyme competition?
We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth
We don't like that, and we'll make you regret it
Lemme show you what a thug about
Let me demonstrate what true toughness looks like
We can talk or we can slug it out
We could settle this peacefully or with violence
Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out
You can whine and complain when I show you how tough I am
There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his
I'm a skilled rapper that's better than the competition
Time to settle this, like men
It's time to put this matter to rest, like mature adults
I'm pipin' hot, exciting
My raps are on fire and thrilling
Right in the gym or hype in them, alright then
I can rap anytime, anywhere, no problem
All day I drink and smoke
All day I'm drinking and smoking weed
Shell toe with ankles in ya both
Wearing shell toe shoes with socks pulled up
Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar
Slang for smoking weed at different levels of quality and price
Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter
The producer Rocwilder is making the song better and better
Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke
Ask your friend what he wants to smoke, and pass it to him
'Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow
Because you haven't smoked anything yet, swallow your pride
Bang the track, bring your bat
Rap hard, bring your best game
Ain't too many that can hang with that
Not many can keep up with our skills
So why bother
Why even try if you can't keep up?
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
We're referencing the character from the TV show, who was our friend
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
He preferred whiskey, Pancho preferred wine
Yea, send all, and fall back
Send your best rap and see how it compares to ours
And who wrote on this track
Who's responsible for writing these lyrics?
I don't really give a fuck
I don't really care
Put the pen down lets toss them up
Stop writing and let's battle each other
Soul assassins, Latin thugs
We're tough guys from the hip hop group Soul Assassins with a Latino background
Whole damn world know about us
Everyone knows who we are
Rhymes we kick and weed we pour
We're known for our rhymes and smoking weed
Get tus vatos all fucked up
We're getting our guys super high
And sing along to my get high song
Join us in singing this song about smoking weed
Had you choking off of four foot bong
We had you coughing a lot from smoking a four foot bong
Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong
Smoking weed with Cypress Hill is always a good choice
Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong
We'll keep you smoking so much weed, you'll feel like Cheech and Chong
Yo, call me that Doctor
Call me Dr. Weed, because I know how to smoke
P-Funk or chronic blower
I'm a fan of Parliament-Funkadelic and smoking weed
Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker
I'm smoking weed, carrying a gun, and doing business
Hash burns in your pull out sofa
Hash will ruin your furniture if you're not careful
This is my brain on drugs
This is what my mind is like when I'm high on drugs
Move out my way 'cause, cause I might run you over
Get out of my way, because I might trample you
Bitches bounce your titties
Women, shake your breasts
I bounce with a pump shotgun
I'm carrying a shotgun
Look out, the highest man in the world
Watch out, because I'm super high
Walkin' off with my hand on your girl
Stealing your girl with ease
Can't drink and can't stand in the world
I'm too high to stand or drink
Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L
Give me some weed, and I'll take two puffs before passing it on
What you talking about I'm not high enough to start that party
I'm already too high to party any harder
Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge
I'm going to rap with a gun in my hand
Don't shoot nobody
Don't worry, I won't actually shoot anyone
What you ain't high enough?
Are you not high enough yet?
Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up?
Do I need to restrain you to get you high?
Strap a bomb to your mouth
Put something explosive in your mouth
Till you wired up
Until you're energized or excited
Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck
Until someone has to call the authorities to deal with the situation
And said ?Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on??
The authorities ask, what are you smoking?
I said ?Hey motherfucker, why do you want some??
I responded with attitude, why do you want to know?
Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight
Give me the gun, let's not resort to violence
Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light
Hold the weed, and I'll light it for you
Don't no nigga want to die tonight
No one wants to die tonight
With all this weed, get high tonight bitch!
With all this weed, let's get high tonight!
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Charles Miller, Harold Brown, Howard Scott, LeRoy Jordan, Morris Dickerson, Thomas Allen, Lee Levitin
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind