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Noorotic (Album Version|Explicit) - Redman
Y'all motherf**kers buckle y'all motherf**king seatbelts
If you need to get high
There's a mask and sh*t in the overhead compartment
I can't tell y'all what the
Weather's like 'cause my radio's f**ked up
And if we should experience
Any type of motor difficulty
Don't panic take one more hit off the oxygen mask
Calmly put your hands between your legs
And kiss your black a** goodbye
I'm swift like a motherf**king gift for Christmas
When I send my vapors off like halls mental illness
My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt
I like cracking brews with b**ches
The ninety-four era I 'cause terror
Whatever
Raining on you punks with the funk
So get your umbrellas
My guns cruise tennis shoes
What's happen
I got clapped on
Now I'm the one doing the clapping
I'm flexi wit da
Tec like artifacts make Memorex
Blow tape decks when
I'm more strapped than latex
Felt like menopause
I make niggas act like beaches
Yo yo that ni**a red be fronting
With they a** full of stitches
Woo I just don't give a f**k
I bite your whole nipple off
Sick like sickle-cell anemia
Travel around my curse universe
I'm dropping 987 degrees down to red alert
Dropping the slang
I'll bust your brains with the real sh*t
Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it
Abuse niggas verbally so call DYFS
I'm a warrior to the heart
But I didn't kill Cyrus
Neurotic my style format rocks the project
I get as I'll as chief of police on narcotic
Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your
Funky emotions
To blow your veins up with funk overdosing
Now who's that ni**a that got your crew belling
Not with guns with funk when
I rock tracks like van Halen
I'm in the world with Jacob's ladder
I'm seeing a lot of happy copycat rappers
Acting like they got asthma
They attacking me
They slowing they rhymes down actually
They got factories with little dolls named after me
But it's no question my funk segment
Leave the whole atmosphere
Pressed-in
I take advantage of niggas like I was molesting
Newark new jersey's what I represent
My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home
And to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in
What's up to prince street Avon ave I roll a spliff with
Fat to be passed through bedrock and diamond district
So what the f**k I got clapped on for my truck
Then I laughed 'cause f**k the cash
I just wanted my tape bag
Fantastic fabulous my sh*t is fat sh*t
The bomb like Elway throw bombs on john madden
F**k that let's get to the point
My sh*t's the joint I roast
Motherf**kers from the east
Coast to the west coast to your breakfast
Toast I got funk for days by the buckets
PPP packs a bunch of wild motherf**kers
Hold hold hold wait wait wait
Let me school this b**ch
Yo b**ch my sh*t is tight can any MC do this
And come back on the MIC
I think not my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots
On blocks where your punk a** still busting off slingshots
Talking sh*t about me when
I'm driving by slowly
Saying I'm this and that
When half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl
Suck my dick from the back
And let your moms give me cornrows on my crack
Because I'm nasty like that