[Basically] (24X)

[Verse 1]

Aw shit! Hey dudes my interludes

More fatter than most niggas LPs, so don't sell me the stale cheese

I'm more nicer than Little Red Robin Hood's grandmama

Puffin' on ganja, sippin' on a Cherry Bianca (Ahhhhhh)

My grand finale's like an alley when it's rowdy

Kick more bars than the penile G and let my nine cock loudly

Click click, bee-yow, bang, booyaka, what am I do to ya?

It's something new to ya, like screwin' ya, all over my studi-ah

Ride on my MP-60 and let the S-950 squeeze your titties (Huh)

That quickly I hooked you, now fix me with your lips bi

-atch, unloosen my belt thinkin' to grab the crotch

But before you do, move my Glock before it shoot my cock

[Bridge]

And see basically them trick bitches get no dough (Word)

And see basically Redman album is no joke (Word)

And see basically I don't get caught up at my label (Word)

'Cause I kill when they fuck with food on my dinner table (Word)

[Verse 2]

I drop a punchline at lunchtime, 'cause I'm a Close Encounter

Of the None Kind with dumb rhymes, I battle all of y'all at one time (Huh)

So fuck all you fools out there with the large vocabulary

In your sentence, I don't need that shit to pay my rent with (Huh)

And to the nosey stink-ass hoes I ask you

Why you be acting all fly when your monkey-ass work at fast food?

And why is it every time that a multi-platinum artist

Always use the underground to make a comeback?

Is it fair to the hardcore niggas that rap?

That don't give a fuck about the radio plus the next bitch at that?

And being hardcore is not about wearing high-tech boots and black skully hats

And making fake-ass frowns because your best buddy packs

[Outro]

Think about it, hah

Sip on a chocolate thai, and let your brain fall out of focus (Huh)

This is another episode, coming live from the Funkadelic man himself (Yeah)

Ahhhhh... Huh