Gimmie One - Album Version (Edited)

[Redman] Gillahouse, take it from the top like this nigga [Verse]
Yo, Redman
Back in Business like
EPM - D whips
I drive, I gotta
TVem I tour
New York down, so
B.B. Kingem
Found my way back home like
E.T. finger
I rock the arena, you know the drill
Get high, get drunk, grab a hoe and chill
Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action
Promotin
Red Gone Wild with no backin
Doc get five on the mic like
Joe Jackson
Foreign bitches feelin me for my accent
Talk like a boss,
I cant complain
When I do it, its big like
Fulton in
St. James
I got Brick
City, even
D.C. bitches
They all steal for me outta
P.C. Riches
I move like a pimp, but
Im far from one
Like Lil Weez,
I got army guns gimmie one, nigga [Hook] 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, nigga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 [Verse 2]
Yo, If you dont like me, fuck you,
I flex one muscle
Doc got more effects than kung fu hustle
Im uptown, buyin the perk
Lookin cut clean, jeans, ?? designer shirt
Redman fell off, what the talks about?
I wasnt lettin yall swim when the shark was out
Rollin red carpet out, its
Jersey Me and them together is like
Lil Seymour and
Big Percy
I knew women from high school that picked on me
Now I see them, they all wanna lick on me
I hood down homie, rock like
Bon Jovi I can work the nightshift like he
Brian Mobley
Brick City, boy, my flow is on fire
Disagree,
I go in your mouth like botox
Pick up Pete
Rock, nigga, we all cool
Hit the highway and ask, 'Is the CL smooth?' nigga [Hook] [Verse 3]
Your style might be parkay, but mine butter
That bitch cant break no bread, then why fuck her
Im kinda cocky, homeboy, did
I stutter?
I pop the umbilical cord on my mother
I jumped out the womb,
I became a whale
Thats hard to harpoon,
I need more room
The hood love me, so
I keep it real gully
I got handsome, but my flow is still ugly
Turn the treble out the track and
Ill jet I lines in my rhyme are longer than
Ikea I stay on my grind, but when
I come up with an
Idea The year, is party over here
Its 5 years
I disappeared, but
Im back And tell
Nino Brown and them that
Im crack
Grab my bozack, middle finger is up
I got your grandma givin it up
Gimmie one, nigga! [Hook]