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Winicumuhround Lyricsby Rediscover Buy album CD: Sleepless Nights The hype's got me I knock em out the box then out socks Cause winicumuhround niggaz skate like the rocks My block...'s hot so gimme all you got When I'm done rockin I leave you all doin the Bus Stop I rub niggaz out like Ajax now hit the playback My format spins wheels like Pat Sajak Rrrwwhwoaah look out roast em like cookouts Word is bond it's on I get at Dawn like Marvin Gaye Starvin since the days of Kindergarten I'm smoked out all you MC's pull your books out Blow shit up like the 4th of July, with half sticks When I dye my ashes, flip my coffin backwards I'm Killin You Softly with this song, with this bomb And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong I'm like the Bronx, 'cause I Boogie Down I'm representin Jersey motherfucker, winicumuhround Winicumuhround, homeboy watch yo nugget (Aiyyo-yo-yo Redman, yo that was last album) Aiyyo fuck it, bust it The top, notch, look over your sess spots Get dumb like a whole bag of jumps with red tops Burn more steam than carpet cleaners I'm meaner then I'm iller than OJ, catchin a misdemeanor Boom-bash I set it off (right right) I shot up your lights while you caught up in the heights The funk butter cup, cause I'm a bastard at robbin I shake the valleys over Cali when I'm spliffed up My lyrics starvin, my crew runs like the mob and Rock a fifth up, that measure nine point oh on the Erichter Are you tuned in to my tunes it's boom I'm accurate like Acura, my style's ninety years maximum Y'all niggaz couldn't see me if y'all had zoom Fuel-injected like a Maxima, wheni'muharound motherfucker The way I get wreck y'all niggaz call it mic check With a pad and a pen I blend funky images That leave your girl hemmoragin for about two million and three years move along there's nothing to see here If I wasn't nice motherfucker I wouldn't be here I'm vexed and if I got an itchy finger like Bernard Geotz Yeah yeah put metaphors inside a bracket Def Squad's in the house AND MOTHERFUCKER WE CAN BACK IT The sound makes your brains wet Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang boom bang with The Color Purple on a freight train The devil's the conductor Then take a trip to the darkside motherfuckers My funky pattern takes interludes around Saturn I'm more diesel than evil meant evil like Sebastian Don't try this at home kids, I zone with ET's And other alien type of MC's So throw your shit up in the sky, cause Redman's about to get live I smoke High Times magazines when I lounge Like one-two-five And broken mics and cords is left, winicumuhround motherfucker
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