Put It Down - Redman

Yeah

Oh Oh

Yeah

Yeah, get nigga

Redman got fire nigga

Shots are in your hood when I’m high nigga

Shots of Cuervo are fuckin up my liver

Shots from the cameras on my niggas

Girlfriend drunk, so I’ll jump around wit her

I step inside, you’re quiet like a mime nigga

My watch do more things than James Bond nigga

I’m gonna do it now, I ain’t gonna try nigga

(Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)

You better grind, cause you ain’t spending mine girl

When Timbaland plan and I’ll do the ground work

Whether you in Timbs, Air Force, or Converse

Let me see the high niggas on the left side

And whole muthafuckas smokin on the right side

You sayin «fuck Gillahouse» nigga likewise

This is how I walk up on your ho — «Hey!»

Put it down

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Niggas, you gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Bitches, you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)

(Get nigga)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Niggas, you gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)

Put it down, put it down, put it down

(Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)

Who am I nigga

That dude who arrive nigga

With a blueprint to all your supply nigga

Fifteen percent tint on the 'fire nigga

Sometimes I don’t know what’s inside nigga

Let me show you how bricks get it live nigga

The Time Warner’s of the block, showtime nigga

I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain’t battlin her

A golddigger I can see the green mile in her

(Put it down, put it down put it down fool)

The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom

«Yo get up, yo it’s jewelry — it’s costume» (Hahaha)

Rollin like drunk cowboys at high noon

Let me see the high niggas on the east side

And whole niggas get high on the west side

A punk nigga outta line, he get checked like

I roll up on his ho and say «Hey!»

Put it down

Look in my eyes nigga

You see a great ball of fire nigga

My trail is blazin, that’s right, I’m high nigga

A hard hip hop hitman for hire nigga

My rims are so big, I fucked my alignment up

Grown as hell, I don’t throw signs nigga

I continue to Flipmode’s like Rhy nigga

Barbershop talk, come get you a line nigga

It’s permanent press steam on the iron nigga

(Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)

Wherever you pop shit you get found there

Bitch you hot, little tacky with the horse hair

Gillahouse, it’s your year and it’s on baby

Where them high muthafuckas on the left side

I know there’s drunk muthafuckas on the right side

You sayin «fuck Redman» nigga likewise

This is how I walk up to your ho — «Hey!»

Put it down

Gillahouse

Gotti Click

Yo Brick City, you know what it is

Holla atcha fuckin boy

Bring em back