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Red, Meth & B

Y'all ready for this?

Ha! I don't think so

Yeah! Oh, listen to this

We gonna come at yaYo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the kennel

A dog on four paws spittin' out the window

Jump up! It ain't no need to fight

We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonightI eat beans and rice, shit up a storm

I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms

Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone

My bracelet like I raised it off the farmHome-grown, thick, dirty

My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey

Jersey and house gun like an elephants snout

Pull ya ambulance outYa whole team'll get bombarded

Ya on target and bombed by some unsigned artists

We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber

Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markersI won't leave till the job is done

Till the last prick nigga take ya wallet, run

Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill

Yeah!We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die

You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride

You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get highYo, yo, blunt smokin', half a bottle of Remi open

You either holdin' or half-assed like semi-colon

I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop, rhymes ya callin'

So hard, hell I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick

Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new bitch

Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep

Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeatMy mind is my Glock, keep my third eye cocked

Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked

Now who's hot and who's not

I want them rocks and that money in ya two socksMeth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture

I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler

Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller

Whoever think they fuckin' with that, let's be realerWe don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die

You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride

You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get highTake the back seat and smash beats

Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes

Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet

With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sickoThey go on the break-off, mental breakdown

And shit you wouldn't think of

I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly

You wanna be friendly on the get high BentleyYou twisted up, burnt out within seconds

'Cause you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods

Bong hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten

Star stricken, Glock clickin', stop shittin'Inhale the smoke from the master's lungs

You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one

You wanna test with the sess, well first off

That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt offWe don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die

You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride

You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get highWe don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die

You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride

You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

Songwriters

NOBLE, REGGIE / SMITH, CLIFFORD / FREESE, LOUIS / MUGGERUD, LARRYPublished by

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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