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Meets reggie noble

Rrrrahhhhh! look out! you musta got hit with some bullshit!
Yo, where at?
Smack dab across your lips, can you talk?
Ahm ahh ill uhh ahm no em no menna no vat
Yo-ye-yo redman, what the fuck was that?
I dont know but its on my top lip
Dont crack jokes, and pop shit
Just get it off my top lip
Or reggie, you can drop kid
Oah-ok be still chill, Im gettin it off your grill
Wha-what was it?
Some of that pussy you ate this mornin from that bitch jill
Yeah
But cmon, check it
Motherfuckin right
Lets get busy on this record
So we can make the dough
Shit
And make girls like kiki shepard get naked
On the strength!
Party with machine and oprah winfr
First class tickets, hotel bitches puffin mad blunts
Blunts?
Blunts
Blunts dont dont rhyme with oprah winfr troop
Who cares what rhymes with it long as the funk pump through my benz truck
Now you know you dont own a benz
Yes I do and chromes the trim
Black with a system when its hittin Im pullin mad skins
With olde e sittin in between my lap
And when brothers act up, a gun machine I pack
The original p-funk, got the jewels trunk, a funker
When Im sexin, my bad is bigger than any busters
Like max and..
Wait wait wait, could we get on with the tape?
Lights, camera, hahh, action
Welcome to reds tape, may I take your order?
Its a slaughter if you order the hit without the water
And then swallow without the damn water to follow
You might be doin the stupid dance and win a grand at the apollo
Whatchu know?
Im rough, snap necks, drink olde e, but crack becks
That aint what you told me last week
Wreck anything thats wet, when I have sex
For instance, I mix with, a style that make you shit bricks
Tsk tsk, Im musically gifted, to rip it
Thats bullshit yo
Um-shat-lot, red got crazy knots
And knots in the pots, got props from here to george washington bridge
I get biz, I use hats, so no kids
Fuck, I took out more suckers, than a..
Hold up! I dont think I can freak the funk like that
I might have to nap, because my afro is like shaft
Puffy, fade it quite lovely and to snuff me
Get your gang, cause Im fightin with more power than chuck d
Chuck d from public enemy?
Yeah hes a friend of me
The one that say brothers and sisters?
Yeah but hes no kin to me
Im strictly negro, I freak the style and there it goes
Boom!
If a stitch in time saves nine, then I got shit sewed
Put pins in needles, and needles in pins
A happy man is a happy man, that, when Im hittin skins
Fuck skins, Im hittin puss when its gush
Then eat it when the puss is well cooked
Look!
Up in the air?
No the cab
Whos in the cab? whut thee? ? !!
Its superman!! why?
Because its hot as a motherfucker out here

Oh word, you bet Im gettin the fuck out of here man
Yeah me too
Oh I forgot to tell you willya called for you
Willya who?
Willya suck my dihhhhhk!
Aiyyo fuck you!
*laughing*
Big nose bitch!
I hate your stupid ass
You a stupid motherfucker!

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Rrrrahhhhh! look out!	you musta got hit with some bullshit!
Yo, where at? 
Smack dab across your lips, can you talk? 
Ahm ahh ill uhh ahm no em no menna no vat
Yo-ye-yo redman, what the fuck was that? 
I dont know but its on my top lip
Dont crack jokes, and pop shit
Just get it off my top lip
Or reggie, you can drop kid
Oah-ok be still chill, Im gettin it off your grill
Wha-what was it? 
Some of that pussy you ate this mornin from that bitch jill
Yeah
But cmon, check it
Motherfuckin right
Lets get busy on this record
So we can make the dough
Shit
And make girls like kiki shepard get naked
On the strength!
Party with machine and oprah winfr
First class tickets, hotel bitches puffin mad blunts
Blunts? 
Blunts
Blunts dont dont rhyme with oprah winfr troop
Who cares what rhymes with it long as the funk pump through my benz truck
Now you know you dont own a benz
Yes I do and chromes the trim
Black with a system when its hittin Im pullin mad skins
With olde e sittin in between my lap
And when brothers act up, a gun machine I pack
The original p-funk, got the jewels trunk, a funker
When Im sexin, my bad is bigger than any busters
Like max and..
Wait wait wait, could we get on with the tape? 
Lights, camera, hahh, action
Welcome to reds tape, may I take your order? 
Its a slaughter if you order the hit without the water
And then swallow without the damn water to follow
You might be doin the stupid dance and win a grand at the apollo
Whatchu know? 
Im rough, snap necks, drink olde e, but crack becks
That aint what you told me last week
Wreck anything thats wet, when I have sex
For instance, I mix with, a style that make you shit bricks
Tsk tsk, Im musically gifted, to rip it
Thats bullshit yo
Um-shat-lot, red got crazy knots
And knots in the pots, got props from here to george washington bridge
I get biz, I use hats, so no kids
Fuck, I took out more suckers, than a..
Hold up! I dont think I can freak the funk like that
I might have to nap, because my afro is like shaft
Puffy, fade it quite lovely and to snuff me
Get your gang, cause Im fightin with more power than chuck d
Chuck d from public enemy? 
Yeah hes a friend of me
The one that say brothers and sisters? 
Yeah but hes no kin to me
Im strictly negro, I freak the style and there it goes
Boom!
If a stitch in time saves nine, then I got shit sewed
Put pins in needles, and needles in pins
A happy man is a happy man, that, when Im hittin skins
Fuck skins, Im hittin puss when its gush
Then eat it when the puss is well cooked
Look!
Up in the air? 
No the cab
Whos in the cab?  whut thee? ? !!
Its superman!! why? 
Because its hot as a motherfucker out here

Oh word, you bet Im gettin the fuck out of here man
Yeah me too
Oh I forgot to tell you willya called for you
Willya who? 
Willya suck my dihhhhhk!
Aiyyo fuck you!
*laughing*
Big nose bitch!
I hate your stupid ass
You a stupid motherfucker!