| Song | Gimmie One - Album Version (Edited) |
| Artist | Redman |
| Album | Red Gone Wild |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gaye, Noble, Phillips | |
| [Redman] Gillahouse, take it from the top like this nigga [Verse] | |
| Yo, Redman ' | |
| Back in Business' like | |
| EPM - D whips | |
| I drive, I gotta | |
| TV'em I tour | |
| 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 hoe 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 in | |
| St. James | |
| I got Brick | |
| City, even | |
| D.C. bitches | |
| They all steal for me outta | |
| P.C. Riches | |
| 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 [Verse 2] | |
| 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 perk | |
| Lookin cut clean, jeans, ?? designer shirt | |
| Redman fell off, what the 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 he | |
| Brian 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] [Verse 3] | |
| 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 pop 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 jet I lines in my rhyme are longer than | |
| Ikea I stay on my grind, but when | |
| I come up with an | |
| Idea The year, is 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] |
| zuo ci : Gaye, Noble, Phillips | |
| Redman Gillahouse, take it from the top like this nigga Verse | |
| Yo, Redman ' | |
| Back in Business' like | |
| EPM D whips | |
| I drive, I gotta | |
| TV' em I tour | |
| 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 hoe 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 in | |
| St. James | |
| I got Brick | |
| City, even | |
| D. C. bitches | |
| They all steal for me outta | |
| P. C. Riches | |
| 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 Verse 2 | |
| 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 perk | |
| Lookin cut clean, jeans, ?? designer shirt | |
| Redman fell off, what the 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 he | |
| Brian 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 Verse 3 | |
| 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 pop 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 jet I lines in my rhyme are longer than | |
| Ikea I stay on my grind, but when | |
| I come up with an | |
| Idea The year, is 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 |
| zuò cí : Gaye, Noble, Phillips | |
| Redman Gillahouse, take it from the top like this nigga Verse | |
| Yo, Redman ' | |
| Back in Business' like | |
| EPM D whips | |
| I drive, I gotta | |
| TV' em I tour | |
| 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 hoe 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 in | |
| St. James | |
| I got Brick | |
| City, even | |
| D. C. bitches | |
| They all steal for me outta | |
| P. C. Riches | |
| 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 Verse 2 | |
| 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 perk | |
| Lookin cut clean, jeans, ?? designer shirt | |
| Redman fell off, what the 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 he | |
| Brian 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 Verse 3 | |
| 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 pop 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 jet I lines in my rhyme are longer than | |
| Ikea I stay on my grind, but when | |
| I come up with an | |
| Idea The year, is 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 |