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Redman Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah, yeah, these metaphors be raw
Take the shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety ninth floor
That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
Shoot up the Mardi Gras with double chrome 44's
Full up plates, 'cause someone I'm ready to take yours
Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin'
Hyperventilatin', the talk of the town like date raping
Call me the Doc, cajun spot, the Beatles
Malfunctioning, the SL Board without the EQ

Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souffle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
In the black truck, what? Fuck your back up
My dutch be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel the rapture

Ayo, feel what I feel, see what I see son, break your neck
Secretly blown, talico style Doc, trace the sketch
According to verbal recording hot
Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals
I react, the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm stoned, to the bone, flip poems that roam further
I serve the murder then beef it to ham burger
I'm only kidding
Knowin' goddamn well that's hard to spit, fans call me mix tape arsonist
Marvelous, in the hood, everyday, wanna star? Check an astrologist

Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck buck buck souffle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch

You know, Papi Chulo with the fucked up grammar
So much Spanish ass, niggas think I own Coco Bana
Shot up Santa, got more tunes than, Hanna Barbera, check it
The clues I left was hard for cops to Etch a Sketch it
Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards
Fatal, duckin' from pussy police in LeSabre's
Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel
High, Funk Doc, Roni Size keep the herb twistin'
And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken





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Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Redman's song contain a lot of graphic and violent language. It is a typical Redman track, filled with gritty imagery and rough rhymes. The opening lines of the song set the tone for the rest of the track. Redman talks about using a shank to be so close to someone that he is holding it to their jaw. He goes on to talk about jumping out of an incredibly high floor, and raining on a specific woman's parade. He then talks about shooting up Mardi Gras and stealing from others.


These metaphors are rough, to say the least. Redman's style is a little bit abrupt, but there is something truly genuine about the way he talks about these topics. There is no sugar-coating or hiding behind fancy language. Instead, Redman is honest and brutal about what he wants and how he feels about the world.


The second verse of the song further cements Redman's status as one of the most lyrically adept rappers around. He talks about being a "mix tape arsonist," using his words to light things up the way a fire would. He talks about being stoned and flipping poems, even as he serves up murder and beefs it to a hamburger.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, yeah, yeah, these metaphors be raw
My use of metaphors is incredibly powerful and impactful


Take the shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw
My lyrics are so intense, it's like taking a dangerous object and holding it up to your own face


Climb aboard, jump out the ninety ninth floor
I'm urging listeners to take risks and live life on the edge


That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
People underestimate me, but when I achieve something, I do it in a big way


Shoot up the Mardi Gras with double chrome 44's
I'm not afraid to be violent and dangerous


Full up plates, 'cause someone I'm ready to take yours
I'm hungry for success and willing to do what it takes to get it


Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin'
My music energizes me and connects me to my primal instincts


Hyperventilatin', the talk of the town like date raping
My art is controversial and makes people uncomfortable, but it's also got everyone talking


Call me the Doc, cajun spot, the Beatles
I've got a lot of personality and like to mix things up


Malfunctioning, the SL Board without the EQ
I don't need fancy equipment to make great music


Fuck fuck fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
I'm very sexual and I'm not afraid to talk about it


Buck buck buck souffle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
I'm a hunter and I don't stop until I get what I want


In the black truck, what? Fuck your back up
I'm intimidating and have a powerful presence


My dutch be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel the rapture
I'm a smoker and when I get high, it's an incredible experience


Ayo, feel what I feel, see what I see son, break your neck
I want my fans to fully experience my music and feel it in their bodies


Secretly blown, talico style Doc, trace the sketch
I work in mysterious ways, leaving fans curious and intrigued


According to verbal recording hot
My music is constantly evolving and improving


Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops
I'm causing a revolution and making waves


Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals
I'm a creative thinker and have many different talents


I react, the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm not afraid to get up close and personal, even if it's painful


I'm stoned, to the bone, flip poems that roam further
I'm heavily influenced by drugs and it affects my art in a positive way


I serve the murder then beef it to ham burger
I'm a master at my craft and can make anything sound good


I'm only kidding
Sometimes I like to play around and not take things too seriously


Knowin' goddamn well that's hard to spit, fans call me mix tape arsonist
I'm known for my intense, fiery lyrics and fans love it


Marvelous, in the hood, everyday, wanna star? Check an astrologist
I'm destined for greatness and it's only a matter of time before everyone realizes it


You know, Papi Chulo with the fucked up grammar
I have a unique style and people find it captivating


So much Spanish ass, niggas think I own Coco Bana
I'm very popular with women and have a sexy persona


Shot up Santa, got more tunes than, Hanna Barbera, check it
I've got a lot of songs and everyone loves them


The clues I left was hard for cops to Etch a Sketch it
I'm very clever and can outsmart anyone


Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough
My hunt for success is relentless and I won't stop until I achieve it


Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
I'm unstoppable and won't let anything stand in my way


Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I'm tough and won't back down from a challenge


I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards
I'm incredibly skilled and can beat anyone


Fatal, duckin' from pussy police in LeSabre's
I'm dangerous and don't play by the rules


Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel
I'm a huge success and everyone knows it


High, Funk Doc, Roni Size keep the herb twistin'
I'm a stoner and love to smoke weed


And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken
My music is incredibly hot and popular right now




Lyrics © DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC
Written by: Reggie Noble, R. Size

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, fuck you
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, fuck you
Yo, Sim Simma, who got the keys to my Bimmer?
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Hey, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, stretch it out, nigga
Let the motherfucker pass us that blunt, nigga
They heard what that nigga say, "Puff puff pass, motherfucker"
"Puff puff pass, motherfucker"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]
Sim Simma, who got the key to my Bimmer?
Jack move, that's how we act when we team up
Throw your triple beam up, this is fish scale
I bailed out the county with counterfeit bills
My slang be high range Brick City
Watch how you sniff, son, I'm highly octane
All you hear is bang, bang (Bang, bang)
Yo, remember you, bitch? Shit, I forget my last name
It's all about game, nothing else, for delf
Walk through the woods then stomp on your foot
With high, I take out any comp in the hood
Gorilla impact in this rap habitat
Get you stepping in your Air Max, bounce
You cocking it back but where it at? Bounce
I got a six pack of Heineken and Big Kap on the wheels
In two laps, I give Stella Her Groove Back

[Chorus]
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause every time I walk by
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be He Ain't Shit
Cause every time I'm in a car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (Yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 2]
I heard the party going on in there, yeah
Well, let me shake my stanking ass in there, yeah
Soon as I walk in, dogs are barking (Arf, arf, arf)
Haters play the back, I stay in front like handicapped parking
Starting arsons from, Jers' to Arkan-Sas me coughing out that dread apartment
Roll up to the jam with the front end bent up
Watch them chickens, 'fo' end up getting salmonella
I'm ghetto like D&D, fucking wit' D
You be on Banned From TV Part III
In a heartbeat, tiger, straight out the cup
You're light in the ass, son, you weigh 'bout a buck
But I'm one-ninety physique
Two-hundred and thirty-fo' pounds total when I'm carrying the heat
Not platinum on wax but, platinum in the streets
Any nigga that disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then I bag his little piece, rocking the ice
Give it to the projects, gonna rob him tonight
(Why you actin like dat?) The weed made me do it
Devil's Advocate hot, it take days to do it
My crew do drugs Duane Reade couldn't breed
Dry me in the sun, I'll amount to ten keys
Redbones I'm boning, MC's be cloning
That's before Doc stretch up and morning yawning

[Chorus]
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause every time I'm in the hood
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be He Ain't Shit
Cause every time I'm in my car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat

[Bridge]
Niggas and you bitches
Puff puff give (Haha)
Niggas and you bitches
Puff puff give

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, if you gotta be a monkey, be a gorilla
It's four AM, I'm off a tab and still a
World rap biller, push a big Benz
With a chickenhead, drawers hanging from my antenna
I'll be goddamned if a nigga take mine
On foot, shit, put rollerblades on
Mind your business (Uh-huh)
The nine with swiftness (Uh-huh)
I'll pull it, stretch it like Fonda Fitness
I'm a everyday nigga like I'm Toyota
Your A&R hope we don't drop the same quarter
Wrapped the puta in a Hefty Two-Ply
(Yo, he ain't from Chi) So haul ass back to Utah

[Chorus]
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause every time I'm in the hood
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be He Ain't Shit
Cause every time I'm in the car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My middle name must be Fuck You
Cause every time I'm in the hood
Niggas be like, "Fuck you"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat
My first name must be He Ain't Shit
Cause every time I'm in the car
Bitches be like, "He ain't shit"
I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat, I'll be dat (Fuck you)
Fuck you

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's W Fuck All Y'all Radio, ya man Big Tigga
I'll be dat, ya heard? Yo (Fuck you)
It's like thirty degrees down here in D.C
All my niggas strap the Timbs up
Get out the puffy coats and all of that
And I'll see all you chickenhead ass bitches at the club later
I'll be there, ha
I'll be dat



All comments from YouTube:

Marlon Daito

Redman is the father of Eminem and Ludacris style and swag. Yeah I said it ! Real heads know 💯💯

Maverick*

Amen to that bruh

Brian Acosta

Em always shouts out Reggie as a huge influence, Em has a song where he names him first out of list of rappers he think are the goats

MZ92

@Wernher Jens Hauck The name of the song is Off The Wall. It's the only collaboration I know of with Red and Em. Both in their prime too.

King Darius cka Jag the dripper

And Busta but yes I agree

A

Eminem took Redman style and did it worse.

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Upfront Fanatic

Rolling towards 2021 STILL bumping this shit! It never gets old.

Nisa

2022 going into 23

Drew malone

2022 to infinity

James Stevenson

@Erik Thomann.

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