We Run N.Y. (Album Version) - Redman

Written by：Reggie Noble/G. Rodriguez/Lawrence Parker/Rodney Lemay/Alan Lomax/John Avery Lomax/Eric Burdon/Bryan James Chandler

Hahahahahahaaaaa

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Geyeeah as we take a journey to the darkside

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From Hell and beyond the knotty headed ni**a era has triumphed

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A new ever If you don't know your b**ch a** better

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Axe somebody Shoot em up

The Hurricane G is live and in color

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We run you motherf**kers

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We run you motherf**kers

Puffin mad spliffs so f**k a b**ch

And a ni**a cause niggaz and b**ches ain't sh*t

Hahahahahahaaaa Dr. Trevis

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Is in the motherf**kin' house

With a couple of sick patients for your b**ch a**

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Yeah

The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk pop the trunk

Hoo-hah Wild like Shaolin monks

You wuss you can't push push in the bush

Well uh let's take a journey to hell and beyond

Where the bomb grows on palms and bags labelled Cheech and Chong

The Jimi Hendrix of rap I got an afro and bandanna

Then I rock jams like Santana

I move MC's like niggaz move keys uptown

Red and Hurricane G so how you like us now

Watch out We run New York

Yeah

Hurricane G hit em one time

From the Brook taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks

So I holds back what you took

I take my funk and my religion serious

Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious

Hahahahaa cause I'm furious

How dare you motherf**kers forget about the ultimate

Funk b**ch ni**a

I got your wicked witch with a switch

Motherf**ker f**k you and your crew

So what ni**a is it you want to do

In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the b**ches

For the real trick deez who can dig it

Cause after pop thought all that Hurricane stay fat

Word to mom big dick boricuas in the back

The queen of the East coast funk gangsta pack buddha

On the rhyme since eighty-nine

It's all in your mind but what's yours is mine

Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes

Now It ain't a ni**a who could hang

Or pop yang about a motherf**kin' th-a-a-a-ang

And uh f**k any b**ch who can't hang

I'm representin' b**ches universal

It go one for the biz on the bizness

Which y'all blesses with God's blessings do you see

Hurricane and Redman original steel

Latin Queens in the house

So ni**a swing it over here on these big fat tits

Titties hahahahahaa

The Funk Doctor Spock blast up on your block

I'm walkin' through the sewer with manure on my socks

Your style I freaked it when I was a child

So you talkin' that baby talk like Who's Talking Now

Verbally I crush brains erupt

Blow your focus like you sniffin' angel dust

Run of the mill I'm not watch me kill a cock-sucker

And cause ruckus like them LOD motherf**kers

Every verse every word I preach

Represents the East long as the human eyes can see

Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat

I light a blunt for niggaz up in Sing-Sing

I do it to death style is funk that's fresh

Remove your vest you just won the wet t-shirt contest

And I'm hotter than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas

I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and I'm as

Eager as ni**a wantin' my sh*t to dub

Cause my sh*t be bangin' like the Crips and Bloods

Troop I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots

I Skywalk the planet like my code name was Luke

From the darkside I'm from the darkside Pah

I'm Above the Law like Steven Segall

Motherf**ker

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Hahahaha we take you to the darkside

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On our metaphoric futuristic type sh*t

As we blow your brains like spliffs

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Dr Trevis is outta here

For the nine-fo' you stank b**ch

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Yeahh

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