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)
RolliN
Redman Lyrics
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That's that shit though
Get the motherfuckin Squad packed
We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is bond
Test the crew with the guns and let's get this shit on
Why, must I be like that? Why, must I pack the gat?
On my left, niggaz be rollin with the ruckus
Heard PPP and LOD is a bunch of crazy motherfuckers
Journey to the land is on
The winner of the spittin bomb marathon
The fuck you up lyrathon, whatever you choose
prepare to lose that title
Turnin vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my Uncles
who started smokin weed outta bibles
Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle
Men-estration cycles, I give bitches
Bring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitches
Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow
Bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoe
I keep it rollin
Ask yourself man
How ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da schools of the wack
From the Land of the Lost, you get tossed
Listen to my veloc(ity), my crew's comin off
Yeah, more sneaky than casino switches
Diggin ditches for all Moskino bitches
Clockin decimal figures, I'm gettin out diggers
Now my choice of truck is a Land
cause a Landcruise much bigger
It pack two to three more niggaz
Damn I hate a golddigger
Yeah, gimme that microphone
I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home
I keep the jacked cellular phone blown in three zones
Love seafood and keep my nine millimis chrome
So it can shine up your dome
When I proceed to give you what you need and clear spots like Sea Breeze
Wreckin your ass armaggedeon style
Twenty four seven while
My crew chin check your profile
(Rollin)
I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme maker
Grimy by nature, database maker
Play em out like Sega, Saturn
Blow your blocks in patterns for about nine acres
Testes, crew wearin bulletproof and double S's
Karl Kani down, camoflouge can't hide the sounds
of a fo' pound (boo-yaa)
Givin you Six Flags, bustin merry go rounds
But my crew stay ill with that unreal appeal
I be the raw water, my cheek bones outta have gills
below like the opera
Smooth on the trigger for all you block cockers
I be the key to criminology
Blast and rotate enemies at three buck sixty
Pick me, as your Senator
Take the dove from your battlefield son, fuck Pat Benatar
Run, head for the hills
Back in the day, these niggaz rolled up on me with
the trunk filled with Bomber Brooklyns, sheeps and quartervilles
Aiyyo take that shit, aiyyo Money snap the grill
Body caught chills as he ate this nine mil
Mine kills two but my nine was sign sealed
And ready to deliver, but Money had me too close
to reach for toast, soon as that nigga blink I broke ghost
Dash back to South Orange Ave with dollar bill to smoke dope
I keep em rollin
This is DJ SAY WHAT?? on this motherfucker
Sayin the dick is long, but my time is short
Before I go, just remember
If your box ain't on FDS radio, you're fuckin up
"Rollin'" by Redman ft. KFam & Keith Murray is a hard-hitting rap song that was released in 1996 by the Def Jam Recordings label. The lyrics describe the crew's rough and tumble lifestyle, complete with guns, violence, and drugs. The song begins with a call to arms as they prepare to take on their rivals, PPP and LOD. Redman, Keith Murray, and Kfam each take turns spitting rhymes that are laden with references to guns, violence, and drug use. The song is a showcase of their lyrical abilities and their ability to keep things rolling, no matter what hardships come their way.
The lyrics of "Rollin'" are rich in imagery and wordplay. Redman, Keith Murray, and Kfam all offer their own interpretation of what it means to be a hardcore MC, each offering their own unique perspective on the subject. The lyrics are packed with cultural references, from Karl Kani to Sega Saturns, that make the song an effective reflection of the hip-hop scene at the time.
One of the most interesting things about "Rollin'" is the way that the song was produced. The track was created by Erick Sermon of EPMD, one of the most influential hip-hop groups of the 80s and 90s. Sermon has a long history of collaborating with Redman, and his distinctive production style gives "Rollin'" a sound that is uniquely his own.
Another interesting fact about "Rollin'" is that the song features samples from a song called "Sneakin' in the Back" by Tom Scott and the L.A. Express. The sample is used throughout the song to create a hypnotic groove that underpins the lyrics.
Despite its raw lyrics and gritty subject matter, "Rollin'" was a commercial success, peaking at number 12 on the US Hot Rap Songs chart. The song helped solidify Redman's status as one of the most talented MCs of his generation and helped propel Keith Murray and Kfam into the limelight.
Overall, "Rollin'" is a powerful example of 90s hip-hop at its best. The lyrics are hard-hitting, the beats are infectious, and the delivery is nothing short of electrifying. The song has stood the test of time, remaining a fan favorite to this day.
Chords: Unfortunately, the chords for "Rollin'" are not available since it is a rap song.
Line by Line Meaning
Nineteen ninety mother fuckin six
The song was released in 1996
That's that shit though
The year 1996 was a great year
Get the motherfuckin Squad packed
Let's get the group ready
We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is bond
We need to be quick and efficient
Test the crew with the guns and let's get this shit on
Let's start the battle
Why, must I be like that? Why, must I pack the gat?
Why do I have to carry a gun?
On my left, niggaz be rollin with the ruckus
My friends are ready to fight
Ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz
Ready to take down the opponents
Heard PPP and LOD is a bunch of crazy motherfuckers
The opponents are famous for their madness
Journey to the land is on
The journey to victory is on
The winner of the spittin bomb marathon
The winner of the rap competition
The fuck you up lyrathon, whatever you choose
The competition is fierce and can damage one's reputation
prepare to lose that title
Be ready to lose your success and fame
Turnin vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my Uncles
My mentors are my uncles who smoke weed
who started smokin weed outta bibles
They started smoking weed using the bible
Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle
I started smoking weed when I used the rifle for the first time
Men-estration cycles, I give bitches
I bother girls during their periods
Bring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitches
Challenge me and I will hurt you badly
Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow
We are ready to face the opponents
Bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoe
Let's party and do drugs
I keep it rollin
I keep the party going
Ask yourself man
Question yourself
How ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
What does it take to be a hardcore MC?
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
People get fooled by my appearance
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da schools of the wack
I am making good music and destroying bad music
From the Land of the Lost, you get tossed
If you are from the bad neighborhood, you will get rejected
Listen to my veloc(ity), my crew's comin off
Listen to our fast rhymes
Yeah, more sneaky than casino switches
We are more deceptive than casino tricks
Diggin ditches for all Moskino bitches
We are working hard for our money
Clockin decimal figures, I'm gettin out diggers
We are making a lot of money and leaving our competitors behind
Now my choice of truck is a Land
I can afford a big truck
cause a Landcruise much bigger
A Land Cruiser is bigger
It pack two to three more niggaz
It can carry more people
Damn I hate a golddigger
I dislike people who only love for money
Yeah, gimme that microphone
Give me the microphone
I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home
I make my opponents scared
I keep the jacked cellular phone blown in three zones
I am always busy on the phone in three different areas
Love seafood and keep my nine millimis chrome
I love seafood and keep my gun shiny
So it can shine up your dome
I keep my gun shiny to show off
When I proceed to give you what you need and clear spots like Sea Breeze
I will satisfy your needs and make everything clear
Wreckin your ass armaggedeon style
I will destroy you like the end of the world
Twenty four seven while
All the time
My crew chin check your profile
My crew will check you out and beat you up if needed
I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme maker
I am a great rapper
Grimy by nature, database maker
I am dirty and make databases
Play em out like Sega, Saturn
I play my opponents like a video game
Blow your blocks in patterns for about nine acres
I will destroy everything in my path
Testes, crew wearin bulletproof and double S's
We are all wearing bulletproof vests and double S's
Karl Kani down, camoflouge can't hide the sounds
Our loud noises cannot be hidden
of a fo' pound (boo-yaa)
We have a big gun
Givin you Six Flags, bustin merry go rounds
We are unstoppable and destroying everything like an amusement park ride
But my crew stay ill with that unreal appeal
We are unique and cannot be replaced
I be the raw water, my cheek bones outta have gills
I am like raw water, with a sharp face
below like the opera
My voice is like the opera
Smooth on the trigger for all you block cockers
I am good with guns
I be the key to criminology
I am the master of crime
Blast and rotate enemies at three buck sixty
I destroy my enemies quickly
Pick me, as your Senator
Choose me as your leader
Take the dove from your battlefield son, fuck Pat Benatar
I want to win no matter what, and I don't care about Pat Benatar or peace
Run, head for the hills
Run away
Back in the day, these niggaz rolled up on me with
These guys ambushed me in the past
the trunk filled with Bomber Brooklyns, sheeps and quartervilles
They had weapons and drugs with them
Aiyyo take that shit, aiyyo Money snap the grill
Take their stuff, and snap a picture for Money
Body caught chills as he ate this nine mil
He got scared when he saw my gun
Mine kills two but my nine was sign sealed
My gun can kill two people at once
And ready to deliver, but Money had me too close
I was ready to shoot, but Money was too close
to reach for toast, soon as that nigga blink I broke ghost
I could not shoot, and ran away soon after
Dash back to South Orange Ave with dollar bill to smoke dope
I went back home to smoke drugs
I keep em rollin
I keep things going
This is DJ SAY WHAT?? on this motherfucker
This is DJ SAY WHAT?? introducing the song
Sayin the dick is long, but my time is short
I have a short time to introduce this song
Before I go, just remember
Before I leave, remember this
If your box ain't on FDS radio, you're fuckin up
If you are not listening to FDS radio, you are missing out
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Eric Barrier, Erick Sermon, Reggie Noble, Tyrone Griffin
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