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

TV'em I tour

New York down, so

B.B. King'em

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 can't complain

When I do it, it's 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

I'm 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 don't like me, fuck you,

I flex one muscle

Doc got more effects than kung fu hustle

I'm uptown, buyin the perk

Lookin cut clean, jeans, ?? designer shirt

Redman 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 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 can't break no bread, then why fuck her

I'm kinda cocky, homeboy, did

I stutter?

I pop the umbilical cord on my mother

I 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 ugly

Turn the treble out the track and

I'll 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

It's 5 years

I disappeared, but

I'm back And tell

Nino Brown and them that

I'm crack

Grab my bozack, middle finger is up

I got your grandma givin it up

Gimmie one, nigga! [Hook]