Gimmie One - Redman
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Gimmie One Lyrics
Gilla House, take it from the top like this ***Yo, Redman 'Back In Business' like EPM
D whips I drive, I gotta TV 'em
I tour New York down, so B.B. King 'em
Found my way back home like E.T. fingerI rock the arena, you know the drill
Get high, get drunk, grab a *** and chill
Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action
Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backinDoc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson
Foreign *** feelinme for my accent
Talk like a boss, I can't complain
When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. JamesI got Brick City, even D.C. ***
They all steal for me outta P.C. Riches
I move like a pimp, but I'm far from one
Like Lil' Weez, I got army guns, gimmie 1, ***1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4Yo, if you don't like me, *** you, I flex one muscle
Doc got more effects than Kung Fu Hustle
I'm uptown, buyin the perk
Lookin cut clean, jeans, Moschino designer shirtRedman fell off, what the talks about?
I wasn't lettin y'all swim when the shark was out
Rollin red carpet out, it's Jersey
Me and em together is like Lil' Seymour and Big PercyI knew women from high school that picked on me
Now I see em, they all wanna lick on me
I hood down homie, rock like Bon Jovi
I can work the nightshift like he, Brian MobleyBrick City boy, my flow is on fire
Disagree, I go in your mouth like Botox
Pick up Pete Rock, ***, we all cool
Hit the highway and ask, is the CL smooth? ***1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 andYo, your style might be Parkay, but mine butter
That *** can't break no bread, then why *** her?
I'm kinda cocky homeboy, did I stutter?
I pop the umbilical cord on my motherI jumped out the womb, I became a whale
That's 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 uglyTurn the treble out the track and I'll jet
The lines in my rhyme is longer than Ikea
I stay on my grind, but when I come up with an Idea
The year, is party over hereIt's 5 years I disappeared, but I'm back
And tell Nino Brown and em that I'm crack
Grab my bozack, middle finger is up
I got your grandma givin it up, gimmie 1, ***1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
