Redman - Rockafella Lyrics

Ayy, yo, yo, yo, you better pass it
Ayy, yo, check this out
We comin' to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City, my man
Where the knotty-headed niggas and the Brick City brigade dwell
And if you don't know your fool behind better ask
Ayy, yo, yo, you better pass that blunt
Ayy, yo, E, we comin' to you live with the Cosmic type stuff

Well, it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath
And you should be peepin' how I get smoked-out on the weekend
I swing it to my crew or down to my fans
Schoolin' mellows knock is like final exams
'Cause, it's the Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
Elements, and it's coming through your block
Can't you smell it, trick?
Wanna copy-cat my whole format
So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats
Huh, got a little Redman in town
Who's that effin clown soundin' wack with the frown?
I don't know man, but you better warn him what I would do
Wild out on his staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicker than syrup from the borough
You get hurt up, Word up, Jammed like Pearl
Knock off from blood clot puff on the rough block
R.I.P. my man, Rockafella, it don't stop

On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin' on to the funky shit, come on
On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin' on to the funky shit
I said Jersey's in the house (Jersey's in the house)
I said Brooklyn's in the house (Brooklyn's in the house)
I said Uptown's in the house (Uptown's in the house)
I said the Bronx in the hidouse (The Bronx in the hidouse)

Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, Word is bond
I'm comin in swarms, so turn your flashlights on
Due to difficulty, my style flows while it travels across the planet
In 48 Hours like Nick Nolte
Droppin' the flavor, stay Sky high like Pager
I'm magical like Fantasia on paper
I Saw the Light like Kraftwerk, of course
When the T-L-A Rock shock the stuff, It's Yours
In your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed
Thinkin' you gonna sell two mil' cakes real fast
But you flopped, and your image choked like a TEC
Now, who freakin' style your ass gonna steal next?
Are there any more imitators in the house? There are no
Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago
Catch the cargo, funky like a bag of Bravos
Way back, when I used to pump 92 KTU in Harlem
Huh, I just stay funky like that
Make you wanna my style like a junkie on crack
Trick, you better back the freak up, for real now
When I break it down from Newark NJ to IllTown

On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin' on to the funky shit, come on
On and on, and it don't quit
Redman rockin' on to the funky shit
I said Virginia's in the house (Virginia's in the house)
I said Cali's in the house (Cali's in the house)
I said Atlanta's in the house (Atlanta's in the house)
North Carolina's in the house (Carolina's in the house)

Yoo-hoo watch the birdie, while Red wreck your brains early
If rap was B-Ball, I'd have assists like James Worthy
Dribble the rock if you got the hots to get your knot rocked
Twice my device, Run-D.MC's from my Rock Box
Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru
Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view
To your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip
Standin' tall like Shaq, honey I'm back, this ain't Blue Chips
The new stuff, creamin' brothers like Breyers
He's heating up nah, brother, I'm on fire
Dribble dribble, shootin' three pointers to the drum, trick
Try to take my style? Blaow, and one
DJ Twinz in the house for the nine-square
My man Shaft, you don't know you better ask

Ha, that bomb Chocolate City comin' to you live
For the nine-fo' era
Ayy, yo, you better pass that blunt
Ayy, yo, check this out
We gonna take it to you live
Where Newark New Jersey drops that chocolate funk for ya
Everyday and all day, how we do it
Word is bond, word is day
Def Squad's in the house for the nine-fo'
Word is bond, word is day
The sad Hawthorne Ave. got the good smoke
Word is bond, word is day
Knotty-head niggaz in the house for nine-fo'
Word is bond, word is day
Brick City brigade in the house for nine-fo'
Word is bond, word is day
Redman rocks on and on for the nine-fo'
Word is bond, word is day
Word is bond
Word is bond in the house, I'm in the house
Word is bond, word is day
You can suck my balls and lick my butt
Word is bond, word is day
Word is bond, word is day
Word is bond, word is day
Check it out, check it out
We comin' to you live with the Cosmic Slop
On the fuckin' block and we got the Glocks
To your knot, who's the funk nigga and I'm comin to ya hot
It's that, Cosmic Slop, hit you with the irrelevant, yeah