We All Rite Cha

Hydro...indo...(buddha)
Ha....cocoa.....yo, ya-ya-yo
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (Jenny)
I need some cut (lady, lady)

Now these doors don't open, til after dark
And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts
(Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin)
Yo, yo, one bitten, jabberjaws, tryin' to taste the
Paper written, kids be bullsh_ttin', I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads love my sh_tty drawers. the finest
Criminal minded put my life behind it, you n_ggas
Find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you fast b_tches, too many tricks
That can give a d_ck a bad sickness

Yo, yo, yo, son excuse me
(Yo) I'm tryin' to earn a million bucks or two
The ill MC step in (and who the f_ck are you?)
Doc start walkin' pumpin' M.O.P.
To catch a n_gga gettin' gasses, puttin' ten on three
(Da ruckus) With the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come A-M-G kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted, from bein' so high
(So high...) So high....so high...

Air it out
Iron lung I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut
Slappin' grudges off a n_ggas shoulder, bringin' ruck
Like them wuld cats a Villanova, hot as f_ck
Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
Of the Universe, stole ,colder than cola
Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
Keep them cats runnin' for they gat, in stormy weather

Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
Aiyo ho, Doc be keepin' a "Dope Show" like Marilyn
Manson, the handgun be stashed in the panelling
Jersey drop son, watch me whip like midget
Diggin' in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin'
Limo driver, roll up the f_ckin' partition

Who them n_ggas that be rollin', high as a kite?
Gettin' p_ssy all night (well all right cha) yeah, yeah
[Redman]: Well who them cats ou can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) And so on (well all right cha) yo, yo
Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all right cha) yo, yo
Hot Nix up in the house? (well all right cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all right cha) yo, yo
Mad d_ck up in your mouth (hah, all night cha)

Yo, Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin' it in
(Aiyo, we out) Six drop in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the floor at your, weddin reception
B-boys gather around and act p'noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn'
For the barrel bonds (am I on?) Tical, you're on

Uh, uh on, uh, uh on
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh on

Got these slim pickin's on my Charles D_ckens, I pack a mack
To make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning ya'll you don't listen
B_tchin' over sh_t you ain't gettin'
So finally, puttin' in work, the big hurt
MC, with a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? (the field n_gga)
Too ghetto fabulous, RZA, Sharp, and hazardous
Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a millipede (hot Nix-on
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leave
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha)
Showin' you the pain I feel from holdin' these
Black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
They come with batteries included, in wicked ways

Who them n_ggas that be rollin' them Thai, high as a kite?
Gettin' p_ssy all night (well all right cha) yeah, yeah
Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) And so on (well all right cha) yo, yo
Is Funk Diggy is the house? {well all right cha) yo, yo
Meth Diggy no doubt (well all right cha)
Bricks to Stat' hold it down (wel all right cha) yo, yo
Man, dck up in your mouth (all night cha)

Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha....