Rock Da Spot Lyrics
| Song | Rock Da Spot |
| Artist | Redman |
| Album | Muddy Waters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (w.. f.. d.. s..) aiyyo, aiyyo check this out man | |
| Hah, aiyyo hah-hah | |
| Aiyyo aiyyo, hah-hah | |
| Nahnah, aiyyo, aiyyo | |
| Damn | |
| I'm the bomb, ringin off all types alarms | |
| My palms, be swift with the pen like lynn swann's | |
| Aggravated assault, against an mc | |
| Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees | |
| It's mad real in da bricks, plus i roll thick | |
| You can quote this, i'm the moby dick of dopeness | |
| Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk | |
| I dk new jerz, and dk-new york | |
| I don't push a lot of vehicles, but i push a used one | |
| With a tape deck, if it's feasible | |
| Tell the truth, i don't own a lex coupe | |
| But i get you souped when i rock respect due | |
| I'sa nice nigga that wanna get diced | |
| Slice the mic device like the body of christ twice | |
| E double if you feel me hit me once | |
| (a breaker one, a breaker two) | |
| Cause trouble to you family and friends | |
| Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends | |
| Got caught out there cause you a mack without 10 | |
| Punch you in your chin | |
| The rucker, bringer, live from hell, but stay | |
| Cooler than a double l | |
| Turn a felony to a misdemeanor | |
| Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner | |
| Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap | |
| Blunt, grabbin my weiner | |
| Now first of all i go for broke | |
| Check the third quarter note, i make you feel like your water broke | |
| Can't tell whether male or female | |
| I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can't tell | |
| All aboard my balls, cause my dick don't got a lot of room | |
| For the rest of y'all | |
| Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight | |
| Rock indo and out-do, dick run in and out yo' | |
| Bitch, about nine inch up the clit | |
| Can you feel me comin, yeah i usually make em shit | |
| I shines mc's up for auction | |
| So i can sell em on saturday, keith put the bat away | |
| Let's lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down | |
| And turn into an ass-kicking holiday | |
| Word, i rolls with the funklord | |
| With more flavors than them motherfuckers on | |
| Them benetton billboards | |
| He's bleeding get the gauze | |
| He shoulda knew def squad crew is who i kill for | |
| Push the clip in, slide the top back | |
| Make sure it's off safety, in case he wanna counteract | |
| Shit like that get me vexed | |
| So i crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my beck's | |
| Hah-hah | |
| One deuce! one deuce | |
| Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture | |
| So you won't forget the, black jack the ripper | |
| Sorceror offin y'all with techniques | |
| A universal lingo, with the odd speaks | |
| Control more blacks than harlem week, freak | |
| Smokin that leak at full peak | |
| Peace to greg street, and underground radio technique | |
| College radio, no i mack shit like maceo | |
| Yeah, the east coast west coast dick giver | |
| I oughta be an alkie, the way i hit liver | |
| Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw | |
| Shit you never seen before | |
| So when you come inside, and do the front | |
| Watch the double-pump shotgun and please don't run | |
| Relax your minds, let your concious be free | |
| And get money, and g's and roll these trees | |
| ... | |
| This is dj saywhat?? on this motherfucker. | |
| Comin to you live from wfds radio from da brick city. | |
| (continued on welcome) |
| w.. f.. d.. s.. aiyyo, aiyyo check this out man | |
| Hah, aiyyo hahhah | |
| Aiyyo aiyyo, hahhah | |
| Nahnah, aiyyo, aiyyo | |
| Damn | |
| I' m the bomb, ringin off all types alarms | |
| My palms, be swift with the pen like lynn swann' s | |
| Aggravated assault, against an mc | |
| Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees | |
| It' s mad real in da bricks, plus i roll thick | |
| You can quote this, i' m the moby dick of dopeness | |
| Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk | |
| I dk new jerz, and dknew york | |
| I don' t push a lot of vehicles, but i push a used one | |
| With a tape deck, if it' s feasible | |
| Tell the truth, i don' t own a lex coupe | |
| But i get you souped when i rock respect due | |
| I' sa nice nigga that wanna get diced | |
| Slice the mic device like the body of christ twice | |
| E double if you feel me hit me once | |
| a breaker one, a breaker two | |
| Cause trouble to you family and friends | |
| Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends | |
| Got caught out there cause you a mack without 10 | |
| Punch you in your chin | |
| The rucker, bringer, live from hell, but stay | |
| Cooler than a double l | |
| Turn a felony to a misdemeanor | |
| Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner | |
| Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap | |
| Blunt, grabbin my weiner | |
| Now first of all i go for broke | |
| Check the third quarter note, i make you feel like your water broke | |
| Can' t tell whether male or female | |
| I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can' t tell | |
| All aboard my balls, cause my dick don' t got a lot of room | |
| For the rest of y' all | |
| Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight | |
| Rock indo and outdo, dick run in and out yo' | |
| Bitch, about nine inch up the clit | |
| Can you feel me comin, yeah i usually make em shit | |
| I shines mc' s up for auction | |
| So i can sell em on saturday, keith put the bat away | |
| Let' s lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down | |
| And turn into an asskicking holiday | |
| Word, i rolls with the funklord | |
| With more flavors than them motherfuckers on | |
| Them benetton billboards | |
| He' s bleeding get the gauze | |
| He shoulda knew def squad crew is who i kill for | |
| Push the clip in, slide the top back | |
| Make sure it' s off safety, in case he wanna counteract | |
| Shit like that get me vexed | |
| So i crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my beck' s | |
| Hahhah | |
| One deuce! one deuce | |
| Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture | |
| So you won' t forget the, black jack the ripper | |
| Sorceror offin y' all with techniques | |
| A universal lingo, with the odd speaks | |
| Control more blacks than harlem week, freak | |
| Smokin that leak at full peak | |
| Peace to greg street, and underground radio technique | |
| College radio, no i mack shit like maceo | |
| Yeah, the east coast west coast dick giver | |
| I oughta be an alkie, the way i hit liver | |
| Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw | |
| Shit you never seen before | |
| So when you come inside, and do the front | |
| Watch the doublepump shotgun and please don' t run | |
| Relax your minds, let your concious be free | |
| And get money, and g' s and roll these trees | |
| ... | |
| This is dj saywhat?? on this motherfucker. | |
| Comin to you live from wfds radio from da brick city. | |
| continued on welcome |
| w.. f.. d.. s.. aiyyo, aiyyo check this out man | |
| Hah, aiyyo hahhah | |
| Aiyyo aiyyo, hahhah | |
| Nahnah, aiyyo, aiyyo | |
| Damn | |
| I' m the bomb, ringin off all types alarms | |
| My palms, be swift with the pen like lynn swann' s | |
| Aggravated assault, against an mc | |
| Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees | |
| It' s mad real in da bricks, plus i roll thick | |
| You can quote this, i' m the moby dick of dopeness | |
| Bitch, walk the walk if you talk the talk | |
| I dk new jerz, and dknew york | |
| I don' t push a lot of vehicles, but i push a used one | |
| With a tape deck, if it' s feasible | |
| Tell the truth, i don' t own a lex coupe | |
| But i get you souped when i rock respect due | |
| I' sa nice nigga that wanna get diced | |
| Slice the mic device like the body of christ twice | |
| E double if you feel me hit me once | |
| a breaker one, a breaker two | |
| Cause trouble to you family and friends | |
| Let me cut the bullshit, just hand me yo ends | |
| Got caught out there cause you a mack without 10 | |
| Punch you in your chin | |
| The rucker, bringer, live from hell, but stay | |
| Cooler than a double l | |
| Turn a felony to a misdemeanor | |
| Now the court subpeonaed me to get my act cleaner | |
| Fuck that, still walk out holdin my strap | |
| Blunt, grabbin my weiner | |
| Now first of all i go for broke | |
| Check the third quarter note, i make you feel like your water broke | |
| Can' t tell whether male or female | |
| I fucked up your frame well, the monogram can' t tell | |
| All aboard my balls, cause my dick don' t got a lot of room | |
| For the rest of y' all | |
| Grab on my pubics, let my music take flight | |
| Rock indo and outdo, dick run in and out yo' | |
| Bitch, about nine inch up the clit | |
| Can you feel me comin, yeah i usually make em shit | |
| I shines mc' s up for auction | |
| So i can sell em on saturday, keith put the bat away | |
| Let' s lay in the cut, so we can break his whole anatomy down | |
| And turn into an asskicking holiday | |
| Word, i rolls with the funklord | |
| With more flavors than them motherfuckers on | |
| Them benetton billboards | |
| He' s bleeding get the gauze | |
| He shoulda knew def squad crew is who i kill for | |
| Push the clip in, slide the top back | |
| Make sure it' s off safety, in case he wanna counteract | |
| Shit like that get me vexed | |
| So i crack your ass like corn while your bitch crack my beck' s | |
| Hahhah | |
| One deuce! one deuce | |
| Aiyyo, catch this picture, of me in the mixture | |
| So you won' t forget the, black jack the ripper | |
| Sorceror offin y' all with techniques | |
| A universal lingo, with the odd speaks | |
| Control more blacks than harlem week, freak | |
| Smokin that leak at full peak | |
| Peace to greg street, and underground radio technique | |
| College radio, no i mack shit like maceo | |
| Yeah, the east coast west coast dick giver | |
| I oughta be an alkie, the way i hit liver | |
| Deliver, the milk to your door, real raw | |
| Shit you never seen before | |
| So when you come inside, and do the front | |
| Watch the doublepump shotgun and please don' t run | |
| Relax your minds, let your concious be free | |
| And get money, and g' s and roll these trees | |
| ... | |
| This is dj saywhat?? on this motherfucker. | |
| Comin to you live from wfds radio from da brick city. | |
| continued on welcome |
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