ERICK SERMON Miscellaneous React (Feat. Redman) [Intro] Just blaze, yeah Check me out now Yo, yo, yo, yo, check me out now Yo, yo, yo, Let me hear ya say Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Put your hands in the air everybody, c'mon Where them dogs at Hey yo, I'm immaculate, come through masculine Wide-body frame, E-dub's the name, whoa In the field of rap, I'm supurb, I'm fly I should be in the sky with birds I ride 20 inch rims when I lean, yo (Hey yo, them Timbs nigga) I know, I keep 'em clean though Come through stormin' the block like El Nino Scoop up an average chick before she close She goes, those my people Yeah, them broads from Puerto Rico, them key folks Yeah, watch how the "E" locs 64 Black rags, black interior, shift on the floor Burn out, I do it for the kids They're hoppin' it turn style, the "E" goin' wild Yo, like them white chicks on a DVD Yeah, I'm worldwide, MTV and BET, nigga [chorus] Whateva' she said, then I'm that If this here rocks to y'all, then react Whateva' she said, then I'm that If this here rocks to y'all, then react Yo, do I gotta go ape or go nutty I leave your eye like a 9-9 biz-buggy, puffy Brit niggas get real ugly Trust me, keep your four if you feel lucky Mug me, I ain't got nothin' but four figures And weed and hash chopped in the coffee blender My shots like squeegy men on your window Usual suspect, I'm the crippled member Get away when I sat down in the office Heat in my 'lac keep me walkin' awkward While y'all talk it, the doc reinforce it The mic, it's hard to keep my paws off it Yo' bitch is my bitch when it's over No Cristall, I'll pour duck with King Cobra Out in the Nova, don't bother My knee not brown, cost is a shot down the quarter [chorus] Hey yo Red, he's over (Word?) with his shit right now Watch this, told ya Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chillin', I'm milk I'm that kid Gizmo, which y'all billin' Yo, when the roof is on fire, believe it, it's me Sparks when I rock the mic like Segal & Free When the pen hit the pad, the evil in me come out Total recall for people to breathe I got dogs in the backyard shittin' their lawns We got chickens ain't leaving 'till six in the morning Round and round we go, circle the arena Leave the party, go straight to the Marriott Dozy-doe, we're cowboys with a saddle-lac Rodeo with 20 fours on the Cadillac What your name is, yo, R.E.D. Crack cost money, but the "E" is free, yeah [chorus] until fade
