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Redman( Reginald 'Reggie' Noble )
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I Got A Secret
Lyricist:Daniel Robert Kausman, Reggie Noble, Kirk George Thompson, Ryan Owen G Williams
Damn, ladies and gentlemen I got a secret (What's that?) Somebody told me yo' ass stink Don't blame me
Hah, what, huh, ah, one, two, three, four Huh, huh, yo, huh, yo yo yo yo yo yo (Come here baby) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo huh
Yea yo yea, these metaphors be broad Take the shanks out of shaw redemption and hold it to your jaw Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
Shoot up the Mardi Grass with double chrome forty-fours Full up plates, 'cause someone I'm ready to take yours Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin' Hyperventilation, you're talk of the town like date raping
Call me the Doc Caucasians spot, The Beatles Malfunction in the S L board without the E Q Fuck, fuck, fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch
It's where the blacks rub, what, fuck your back up My dubs be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel The rapture ha ha ha hah ha hah Ai yo! Do what I feel what I feel, see what I see son
Break your neck secretly blown, tali co style doc Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Trace the sketch according to verbal recordin' hot Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmaceuticals
I react the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles I'm stone, to the bone, flip poems that roam further I serve the murder then beef it to hamburger
I'm only kidding Knowin' godamn well that's hard to spit Fans call me mix tape arsonist, marvelous, in the hood Everyday, wanna star check an astrologist
Fuck, fuck, fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut Buck, buck, buck soufle you lay you then I'm hittin' that clutch You know, papi chulo with the fucked up grammar So much Spanish ass, niggaz think I own Copa Cabana
Shot up Santa, got more tools than, Hanna Barbara, check it The clues I left was hard for cops to etch a sketch it Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, kiss the girls
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static, klack I blow you by two miles, cut my licence hit the hazards Fatal, duck in' from pussy police in lesables Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel
High, funk doc, roni size keep the herb twistin' And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken Ha ha, alright one more time
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