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
The song "Rollin" by Redman is a rap song that portrays the life of a dangerous and violent lifestyle. The lyrics describe the singer's journey to retrieve his shoes while testing his crew with guns. The song goes on to discuss his violent tendencies and his willingness to hurt others. Redman questions why he needs a gun, and then goes on to explain that he is surrounded by people rolling with the ruckus and ready to shoot. He also refers to the PPP and LOD as crazy motherfuckers.
The song references a journey to the land and talks about the winner of the spitting bomb marathon. Redman says that his idols are his uncles, who smoked weed out of bibles and gave him a puff when he busted his first rifle. He goes on to say that he is ready to take on any crew, blow for blow, and he can handle even the craziest of niggas. The lyrics illustrate Redman's readiness to take on violence and his familiarity with guns and violence.
In the following verses, Redman discusses his ability to make opponents tremble, his mastery of disaster, and his love of seafood. The lyrics describe how he is smooth on the trigger and can take out enemies in seconds. He is the key to criminology, and his crew is always ill with an unreal appeal.
While the song is not necessarily about anything in particular, it portrays the persona of Redman as a violent and dangerous person who is ready to take on anything. The lyrics are raw and gritty, and they depict the harsh realities of life in the ghetto.
Line by Line Meaning
Nineteen ninety mother fuckin six
This song is from 1996
That's that shit though
That's how we say it's great
Get the motherfuckin Squad packed
Gather Redman's crew
We got to pull these shoes out like carpet, word is bond
We have to defeat the competition
Test the crew with the guns and let's get this shit on
Let's start the battle with our weapons
Why, must I be like that? Why, must I pack the gat?
I don't want to carry a gun all the time, but I have to
On my left, niggaz be rollin with the ruckus
My friends are already creating chaos
Ready to get deep bust rounds upon some suckaz
Ready to attack some weaklings
Heard PPP and LOD is a bunch of crazy motherfuckers
Redman's heard rumors that other groups are violent
Journey to the land is on
We're starting our journey to success
The winner of the spittin bomb marathon
Redman is the best MC
The fuck you up lyrathon, whatever you choose
I'll defeat you no matter what type of battle we have
prepare to lose that title
Get ready to lose your title as the king
Turnin vital situations suicidal, my idols, is my Uncles
Redman's uncles are his idols
who started smokin weed outta bibles
Redman's uncles are the ones who introduced him to smoking weed
Gave me a puff when I bust my first rifle
Redman smoked weed before he became violent
Men-estration cycles, I give bitches
Redman is referring to giving girls a hard time
Bring your craziest nigga, I'll give stitches
Redman is ready to fight anyone
Whateva, go crew for crew, blow for blow
Redman is ready to have a fair fight
Bang your headpiece and sniff the snow off your hoe
Redman is insulting someone's girlfriend
I keep it rollin
Redman is staying strong
Ask yourself man
Redman wants you to think about something
How ugly do you have to be to be a hardcore MC?
Being ugly might not matter as a hardcore MC
Niggaz be fooled by my plaques and my light skin complexture
People underestimate Redman because of how he looks
My whole texture is bombin, destroyin da schools of the wack
Redman's style is destroying bad rappers
From the Land of the Lost, you get tossed
Redman is from a rough neighborhood
Listen to my veloc(ity), my crew's comin off
Redman and his crew are on fire
Yeah, more sneaky than casino switches
Redman is slicker than someone cheating at a casino
Diggin ditches for all Moskino bitches
Redman is threatening people who wear Moschino
Clockin decimal figures, I'm gettin out diggers
Redman is making money quickly
Now my choice of truck is a Land
Redman has a preference for a certain type of car
cause a Landcruise much bigger
Redman likes the size of the Land Cruiser
It pack two to three more niggaz
The Land Cruiser can fit more people
Damn I hate a golddigger
Redman hates people who just want him for his money
Yeah, gimme that microphone
Redman wants to perform
I make opponents shit bricks like Tyson's home
Redman scares his competition
I keep the jacked cellular phone blown in three zones
Redman is popular and gets a lot of phone calls
Love seafood and keep my nine millimis chrome
Redman likes seafood and always carries a gun
So it can shine up your dome
Redman's gun is for intimidation
When I proceed to give you what you need and clear spots like Sea Breeze
Redman will give you what you want and clear the area like a sea breeze
Wreckin your ass armaggedeon style
Redman will destroy you like the end of the world
Twenty four seven while
Redman works hard all the time
My crew chin check your profile
Redman's crew will test you
(Rollin)
Redman is still doing well
I'm the master of disaster, super rhyme maker
Redman is great at making rhymes
Grimy by nature, database maker
Redman is gritty but also smart
Play em out like Sega, Saturn
Redman is better than most rappers
Blow your blocks in patterns for about nine acres
Redman's music is explosive
Testes, crew wearin bulletproof and double S's
Redman's competition is wearing bulletproof vests
Karl Kani down, camoflouge can't hide the sounds
Redman will find you no matter what you're wearing
of a fo' pound (boo-yaa)
Redman has a powerful gun
Givin you Six Flags, bustin merry go rounds
Redman will give you a wild ride before attacking
But my crew stay ill with that unreal appeal
Redman's crew is still amazing
I be the raw water, my cheek bones outta have gills
Redman's style is refreshing and natural
below like the opera
Redman is saying he's a lower class rapper
Smooth on the trigger for all you block cockers
Redman is good with his gun, even against other tough guys
I be the key to criminology
Redman is the solution to the problem of bad rappers
Blast and rotate enemies at three buck sixty
Redman can handle multiple enemies at once
Pick me, as your Senator
Redman is saying he is a good choice for office
Take the dove from your battlefield son, fuck Pat Benatar
Redman is saying he's more violent than Pat Benatar
Run, head for the hills
Redman is threatening his competition
Back in the day, these niggaz rolled up on me with
Redman is telling a story
the trunk filled with Bomber Brooklyns, sheeps and quartervilles
Redman is saying his competition tried to scare him off with weapons
Aiyyo take that shit, aiyyo Money snap the grill
Redman's friends are ready to fight back
Body caught chills as he ate this nine mil
Redman is saying he shot his competition
Mine kills two but my nine was sign sealed
Redman is proud of his gun
And ready to deliver, but Money had me too close
Redman wanted to shoot more people, but he couldn't
to reach for toast, soon as that nigga blink I broke ghost
Redman ran away as soon as he could
Dash back to South Orange Ave with dollar bill to smoke dope
Redman went back home to relax
I keep em rollin
Redman stays active
This is DJ SAY WHAT?? on this motherfucker
This is the DJ talking
Sayin the dick is long, but my time is short
The DJ is saying he's running out of time
Before I go, just remember
The DJ has one last thing to say
If your box ain't on FDS radio, you're fuckin up
The DJ's radio station is the place to be
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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