Whateva Man Lyrics
| Song | Whateva Man |
| Artist | Redman |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Album | Muddy Waters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Noble, Serman | |
| *woman moans* [E Dub] | |
| Microphone check one two | |
| Aiyyo, you ready to get down man? [Red] | |
| Yo, whateva man [E Dub] | |
| You ready to get drunk as ****? [Red] | |
| Whateva man [E Dub] | |
| You, you sayin somethin? [Red] | |
| Whateva man [E Dub] | |
| Aiyyo [Red] | |
| Whateva man [E Dub] | |
| Check it, | |
| Kool V (I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin Mike type of sangin) | |
| Ohh-la-la-la! (So what cha sayin) | |
| Verse One: | |
| Redman, Sermon | |
| Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you | |
| I keep your daughter way out past her curfew | |
| Hard far from commercial (So what cha mean nigga) | |
| We don't give a **** when we smoked out | |
| In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt | |
| From this bomb weed, | |
| I cock from the streets | |
| Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks | |
| Aiyyo, can | |
| I be SWV? | |
| You the One nigga | |
| Rap Shogun, yes | |
| E the one | |
| Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz | |
| Get my weed from | |
| Branson cause his sack's bigger | |
| Yo give me dap nigga | |
| What I clap lyrically tap call back | |
| Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse | |
| So chinky eyed | |
| I see people wavin on a map | |
| I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep) | |
| Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me | |
| Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert | |
| Your boombox better form a union | |
| Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond | |
| Niggaz front like they want it | |
| But I be in the five hundred with | |
| E steadily gettin blunted | |
| Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin | |
| So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin | |
| Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician, | |
| I don't got a pot to piss in | |
| But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin | |
| I keep it live no jive rollin | |
| Dutches that's | |
| Masters like the | |
| Furious Five | |
| I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog (Can you hit it from the back?) | |
| Why not, while we toke on this *woman moaning* (ohhh daddy... aiyeee) [Sermon and Red harmonizing] [Red] | |
| Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? [E Dub] | |
| Whateva man [Red] | |
| You ready to knock this nigga out? [E Dub] | |
| Whateva man [Red] | |
| Yo, you ready to get this chedda? [E Dub] | |
| Whateva man [Red] | |
| You ready to start this shit off? [E Dub] | |
| Whateva man | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Redman I smoked with a lot of college, students | |
| Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it | |
| You know the weed slang? | |
| Yeah boy I speak it fluent | |
| I light your college dorm with my entourage from | |
| Newark Bigger they come, harder they fall | |
| That goes for, knuckleheads, | |
| MC's, pussy walls and all | |
| I lit my first | |
| L before I started to crawl | |
| I got my ass whupped when | |
| I had my first brawl | |
| But things changed since | |
| I was twelve years old | |
| I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes | |
| Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha | |
| Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya | |
| Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch | |
| I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch | |
| Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got | |
| Ten on it, get on it, or get the **** out my cypher [Red] | |
| You ready to roll this weed up? [E Dub] | |
| Whateva man [Red] | |
| You ready to rob this niga? [E Dub] | |
| Whateva man [Red] | |
| You ready to **** bitch? [E Dub] | |
| Whateva man [Red] | |
| You ready to guzzle this liquor? [E Dub] | |
| Whateva man (E Dub harmonizing again) |
| zuo ci : Noble, Serman | |
| woman moans E Dub | |
| Microphone check one two | |
| Aiyyo, you ready to get down man? Red | |
| Yo, whateva man E Dub | |
| You ready to get drunk as ? Red | |
| Whateva man E Dub | |
| You, you sayin somethin? Red | |
| Whateva man E Dub | |
| Aiyyo Red | |
| Whateva man E Dub | |
| Check it, | |
| Kool V I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin Mike type of sangin | |
| Ohhlalala! So what cha sayin | |
| Verse One: | |
| Redman, Sermon | |
| Yo, I' m smokin herbals till it hurts you | |
| I keep your daughter way out past her curfew | |
| Hard far from commercial So what cha mean nigga | |
| We don' t give a when we smoked out | |
| In the land that' s doped out it' s like that? no doubt | |
| From this bomb weed, | |
| I cock from the streets | |
| Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks | |
| Aiyyo, can | |
| I be SWV? | |
| You the One nigga | |
| Rap Shogun, yes | |
| E the one | |
| Yo, I' m rollin with a forty pack of niggaz | |
| Get my weed from | |
| Branson cause his sack' s bigger | |
| Yo give me dap nigga | |
| What I clap lyrically tap call back | |
| Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse | |
| So chinky eyed | |
| I see people wavin on a map | |
| I make it hotter than your thermostats beep beep beep beep | |
| Bomb MC' s with rough megahertz so call me | |
| Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert | |
| Your boombox better form a union | |
| Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond | |
| Niggaz front like they want it | |
| But I be in the five hundred with | |
| E steadily gettin blunted | |
| Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin | |
| So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin | |
| Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician, | |
| I don' t got a pot to piss in | |
| But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin | |
| I keep it live no jive rollin | |
| Dutches that' s | |
| Masters like the | |
| Furious Five | |
| I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog Can you hit it from the back? | |
| Why not, while we toke on this woman moaning ohhh daddy... aiyeee Sermon and Red harmonizing Red | |
| Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| You ready to knock this nigga out? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| Yo, you ready to get this chedda? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| You ready to start this shit off? E Dub | |
| Whateva man | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Redman I smoked with a lot of college, students | |
| Most of em, wasn' t graduatin and they knew it | |
| You know the weed slang? | |
| Yeah boy I speak it fluent | |
| I light your college dorm with my entourage from | |
| Newark Bigger they come, harder they fall | |
| That goes for, knuckleheads, | |
| MC' s, pussy walls and all | |
| I lit my first | |
| L before I started to crawl | |
| I got my ass whupped when | |
| I had my first brawl | |
| But things changed since | |
| I was twelve years old | |
| I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes | |
| Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that' ll bug witcha | |
| Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya | |
| Everything that' s like green ain' t the bomb bitch | |
| I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch | |
| Read my lips, you ain' t hittin unless you got | |
| Ten on it, get on it, or get the out my cypher Red | |
| You ready to roll this weed up? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| You ready to rob this niga? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| You ready to bitch? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| You ready to guzzle this liquor? E Dub | |
| Whateva man E Dub harmonizing again |
| zuò cí : Noble, Serman | |
| woman moans E Dub | |
| Microphone check one two | |
| Aiyyo, you ready to get down man? Red | |
| Yo, whateva man E Dub | |
| You ready to get drunk as ? Red | |
| Whateva man E Dub | |
| You, you sayin somethin? Red | |
| Whateva man E Dub | |
| Aiyyo Red | |
| Whateva man E Dub | |
| Check it, | |
| Kool V I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin Mike type of sangin | |
| Ohhlalala! So what cha sayin | |
| Verse One: | |
| Redman, Sermon | |
| Yo, I' m smokin herbals till it hurts you | |
| I keep your daughter way out past her curfew | |
| Hard far from commercial So what cha mean nigga | |
| We don' t give a when we smoked out | |
| In the land that' s doped out it' s like that? no doubt | |
| From this bomb weed, | |
| I cock from the streets | |
| Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks | |
| Aiyyo, can | |
| I be SWV? | |
| You the One nigga | |
| Rap Shogun, yes | |
| E the one | |
| Yo, I' m rollin with a forty pack of niggaz | |
| Get my weed from | |
| Branson cause his sack' s bigger | |
| Yo give me dap nigga | |
| What I clap lyrically tap call back | |
| Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse | |
| So chinky eyed | |
| I see people wavin on a map | |
| I make it hotter than your thermostats beep beep beep beep | |
| Bomb MC' s with rough megahertz so call me | |
| Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert | |
| Your boombox better form a union | |
| Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond | |
| Niggaz front like they want it | |
| But I be in the five hundred with | |
| E steadily gettin blunted | |
| Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin | |
| So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin | |
| Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician, | |
| I don' t got a pot to piss in | |
| But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin | |
| I keep it live no jive rollin | |
| Dutches that' s | |
| Masters like the | |
| Furious Five | |
| I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog Can you hit it from the back? | |
| Why not, while we toke on this woman moaning ohhh daddy... aiyeee Sermon and Red harmonizing Red | |
| Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| You ready to knock this nigga out? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| Yo, you ready to get this chedda? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| You ready to start this shit off? E Dub | |
| Whateva man | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Redman I smoked with a lot of college, students | |
| Most of em, wasn' t graduatin and they knew it | |
| You know the weed slang? | |
| Yeah boy I speak it fluent | |
| I light your college dorm with my entourage from | |
| Newark Bigger they come, harder they fall | |
| That goes for, knuckleheads, | |
| MC' s, pussy walls and all | |
| I lit my first | |
| L before I started to crawl | |
| I got my ass whupped when | |
| I had my first brawl | |
| But things changed since | |
| I was twelve years old | |
| I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes | |
| Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that' ll bug witcha | |
| Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya | |
| Everything that' s like green ain' t the bomb bitch | |
| I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch | |
| Read my lips, you ain' t hittin unless you got | |
| Ten on it, get on it, or get the out my cypher Red | |
| You ready to roll this weed up? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| You ready to rob this niga? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| You ready to bitch? E Dub | |
| Whateva man Red | |
| You ready to guzzle this liquor? E Dub | |
| Whateva man E Dub harmonizing again |
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