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Whateva Man

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Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it) Ayo, you ready to get down, man? (Yo, whatever, man) Ayy, you ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man) You, you sayin' somethin'? (Whatever, man) Ayo (whatever, man) (I can feel it) Check it, Kool V I keep it bangin', keep it swangin', might have you sayin' Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?) Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you I keep your daughter way out past her curfew Hard, far from commercial (so what you mean, nigga?) We don't give a fuck when we smoked out In the land that's doped out (It's like that?) No doubt From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets Get you open like butt cheeks from girls who be freaks Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga) Rap Shogun, yes, E the one Yo, I'm rollin' with a forty pack of niggas Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger Yo, give me dap, nigga What I clap lyrically tap call back Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse So chinky-eyed I see people wavin' on a map I make it hotter than your thermostats Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert Your boombox better form a union 'Cause I'll leave your circus overworked, word bond Niggas 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 hydroglycerin 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 (I can feel it) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man) You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man) Yo, you ready to get this cheddar? (Whatever, man) You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man) 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, p***y walls and all I lit my first L before I started to crawl I got my ass whooped 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 kind of niggas that'll bug with ya Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya Everything that's light 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 fuck out my cypher (I can feel it) You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man) You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man) You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man) You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it) Whatever, man Whatever, man (I can feel it) Whatever, man Whatever, man (I can feel it) --- Whateva Man - Redman and Erick Sermon

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Colin Wolfe, Andre Young, Cordozar Broadus, Eric Sermon, Reggie Noble

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Muddy Waters

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January 1, 1996

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