Red's Gone Wild Yo, I'm hot, global warming ridin on two-six I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet-proof shit Gilla nigga, and we abide by the blueprint We ain't all loud, holla and whoopin Blah blah blah, a whole lot of nuttin You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy And even for that cake I'll fuck Lil' Debbie Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore Get shut down! Yeah, knock your mans off Wouldn't trade places if you or Randolph Shorty shorty, give me that body Start a riot 'til security on the walkie Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get or it fo'get it! You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street real street Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street real street Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street real street Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit You could hold dis BLAOW! And niggaz is, nig' And niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me You could hold dis BLAOW! Gilla House foundation yeah Gilla House foundation aww yeah Gilla House foundation thorough niggaz - no, NO! Gilla House foundation monkey niggaz Yo, Gilla nigga, era, fuck you, pay me Boogie Down like Bronx, high at the skate key It's like Janet, What Have You Done for Me, Lately? Nuttin, I blew up, you try to inflate me Dawg, in my dutch, a whole lot of bud End up in Jersey now, a whole lot of blood So when you get here show a whole lot of love Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a shrub I don't condone, I got kids to relate to Redman Gone Wild hear the new debut Fox fired a nigga, boy that's great news Now I'm back in the, hood like Grey Goose Who gon' stop me? I'm razor sharp With Gilla niggaz frontline, and Jay the boss Y'all chicken ass niggaz blood made of broth But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New York So all you West Coast niggaz, get that money Cause these Brick City dudes get that money It's gonna be, one pussy that'll act funny Yo I'm gon' get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy
I'm fucked up, I slipped my own self a mickie Doin dirty, I'm triple-X/XXX like Vin Dies' Who you know can, pump weed out of Wendy's Shorty shorty, give me that body Start a riot 'til security on the walkie Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin Nine-fo'-three-eleven, get or it fo'get it! You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street real street Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street real street Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit You could hold dis BLAOW! Real street real street Real street niggaz ain't havin that shit You could hold dis BLAOW! And niggaz is, nig' And niggaz is gettin G, believe smoked me You could hold dis BLAOW!
