Gimmie One - Redman

D whips I drive, I gotta TV’em

I tore 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 ho 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 & St. James

I got Brick City, even D.C. bitches

They all steal for me outta P.C.

Richards

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

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 purp

Lookin cut clean, jeans, Moschin', designer shirt

Redman fell off, what ya 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 Yvonne 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)

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 popped 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 G it

The lines in my rhyme are longer than Ikea

I stay on my grind, but when I come up with an idea

Then yeah, it’s 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)