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)
Slide And Rock On
Redman Lyrics
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Holding pen with me in central booking
Welcome to the system
(Ha ha ha ha! Yeah! Motherfuckers!
Coming to you live from Newark New Jersey)
(Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up)
(Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up)
Fucked up (all night) all night
Smoke (Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker)
Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic
I come wetter than Purple Rain, I bust brains, the funk Doctor
Spock, got the glock, now I'm smoking out your sess spot
I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY
Who is that nigga that's coming six billion feet
I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street
I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly
Look at the letter-coated afro like my man Shaft would be
The new vroom, crisp like chicken and Chinese food
I'm just like The Whispers here to put you in the mood
(Jumping Jersey) Yeah you heard me, got more family than the Partridge
Roll the red carpet for Red from here to corner markey
You're trying me, I'm a menace of society, right
(Yo yo they killed your style) Yo yo, I ain't letting shit ride
Dropping the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms
Covering my dick, plus I'm diesel like all of them
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
(You gotta rock on) Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
(You gotta rock on) Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
My momma used to tell me turn that shit the fuck off
So I had to play like Foxy and get off (get off)
My shit was thick I bought a clip then cocked my own grip at honeydips
'Cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, biatch
Selling bags from uptown
Me and Lester put our money together now we got the block locked down
31 to local A-Train's, Hoboken
I took the back way, New Jersey transit cops were open
I'm hoping, that they don't go inside my boots
'Cause we had everything, from jewelry to Thai-one suits
And clientele, I'm drinking Ballentine L in hell
So Redman rock well before our record sell
Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous
(And if ya ain't come back) Is what the base-head used to tell us
(Yo fellas!) Our whole scheme sinking like boats
'Cause Les mixed biz with pleasure when we should of stuck to lactose
But every good thing comes to a end
With no ends, on the block, selling weed again
My moms tried to make me go to school, I just didn't listen
Got locked up, now I'm all in the system, listen
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
(You gotta rock on) Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
(You gotta rock on) Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on
Whats up! I tickle your putty-cars with my loony raps
On groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts
From my city I spread it all like Jiffy
It's a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be
I mold like clay, and roll dice just like Andrew
I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crews got mad handle
Whatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathy
So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept emcees
I keep my car underground just like the Lords
Even though I'm known, like all the four wheels on the course
So let me pull up to your bumper like Grace Jones
'Cause my shit be way off the hook like pay phones!
In Redman's track "Slide and Rock On," the lyrics are a reflection of his struggles through the criminal justice system. The song begins with Redman dedicating a smoke to all those who were locked up with him in jail, followed by his characteristic humor and energy-filled verse. Throughout the track, Redman speaks of his early life growing up selling drugs to make ends meet, getting locked up for it, and then getting sucked back into the system after trying to turn his life around.
The lyrics go on to describe his journey from selling drugs on the street to becoming a successful rapper. Redman talks about his early days trying to climb the ladder, and while he faced various obstacles, he eventually made it. Despite his success, Redman never forgets where he came from or the struggles he faced in the past. He acknowledges the challenges of being from Newark, New Jersey, and how this shaped his life and influenced his music.
On the other hand, the chorus of the track is a call to party and hit the dance floor. It's an invitation to everyone, no matter what their background is, to have a good time and rock on.
Overall, "Slide and Rock On" speaks to the duality of life, with the highs and the lows, and invites everyone to keep pushing through.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo this blunt is for all the niggas that was in the
Holding pen with me in central booking
Welcome to the system
Redman is dedicating this song to all the people who, like him, have been through the penal system.
Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic
I come wetter than Purple Rain, I bust brains, the funk Doctor
Spock, got the glock, now I'm smoking out your sess spot
I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY
Who is that nigga that's coming six billion feet
I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street
I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly
Look at the letter-coated afro like my man Shaft would be
The new vroom, crisp like chicken and Chinese food
I'm just like The Whispers here to put you in the mood
(Jumping Jersey) Yeah you heard me, got more family than the Partridge
Roll the red carpet for Red from here to corner markey
You're trying me, I'm a menace of society, right
(Yo yo they killed your style) Yo yo, I ain't letting shit ride
Dropping the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms
Covering my dick, plus I'm diesel like all of them
Redman is proclaiming himself as a the cool member of a successful team that is capable of tackling any challenge.
My momma used to tell me turn that shit the fuck off
So I had to play like Foxy and get off (get off)
My shit was thick I bought a clip then cocked my own grip at honeydips
'Cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, biatch
Selling bags from uptown
Me and Lester put our money together now we got the block locked down
31 to local A-Train’s, Hoboken
I took the back way, New Jersey transit cops were open
I'm hoping, that they don't go inside my boots
'Cause we had everything, from jewelry to Thai-one suits
And clientele, I'm drinking Ballentine L in hell
So Redman rock well before our record sell
Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous
(And if ya ain't come back) Is what the base-head used to tell us
(Yo fellas!) Our whole scheme sinking like boats
'Cause Les mixed biz with pleasure when we should of stuck to lactose
But every good thing comes to a end
With no ends, on the block, selling weed again
My moms tried to make me go to school, I just didn't listen
Got locked up, now I'm all in the system, listen
Redman reflects on his early life, when he grew up in a poor neighbourhood and resorted to selling drugs to make money.
Whats up! I tickle your putty-cars with my loony raps
On groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts
From my city I spread it all like Jiffy
It's a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be
I mold like clay, and roll dice just like Andrew
I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crews got mad handle
Whatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathy
So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept emcees
I keep my car underground just like the Lords
Even though I'm known, like all the four wheels on the course
So let me pull up to your bumper like Grace Jones
'Cause my shit be way off the hook like pay phones!
Redman brags about his rapping skills, claiming he's the coolest and the best. And how his style is individualistic - he has got his own unique way that sets him apart from others.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Reggie Noble, Robert Eria Telson
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