Redman - Slide and Rock On Lyrics

Yo this blunt is for all the niggas that was in the
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)
Fucked up (all night) all night
(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!