[Intro: Redman, Two Tec]

Welcome to the Red Gone Wild show-show, yeah

Yeah, yeah

For all the ghettos across America

Well all right-right-right-ri-right cha-cha-cha-cha

Red Gone Wild

Yo this is Two Tec and I'll slap the shit out of a motherfucker

Red Gone Wild!

Gilla (Gilla House niggas)

Red, Gone, Wild

[Chorus: Redman & E3]

Yeah

I can feel your fire

When you niggas feel cold and your flows ain't got it no more, nigga?!

I can feel your fire

Yeah nigga. You know what it is nigga, Gilla House nigga

[Verse 1: Redman]

Yo, check me out, yo, yo, yo

Red gone wild, more stunts than The Fall Guy

A buncha wild drunk niggas yellin' raw ha!!

While you tryna get your weight up, but we on fire

Gilla House don't die, leave da spot bone dry

I want it all, R and E-D-M-A-N, cock the semi

A little Henny in me

It's like ya Black Hawk Down, I blast like a skinny

Roll up to the jam and party like Little Penny

My watch ain't for showin' time, it's for Show and Tell

And I got it from sellin' dimes on AOL

I'm off the hook, lookin' young, you gray as hell

You off the hook 'cause, punk, you ain't pay your bills

Redman the truth, nigga, put my name on it

Gilla House, Die Hard-er than John McClane on it

I'm smokin' sour diesel, gettin' head on my couch

From a chick that resemble Rosie Perez in the mouth

Simon Says "swallow it," ma, Knock don't spit it out

Y'all got fat, I got a plan for y'all slimmin' down

I ain't playin' no games, nigga, I'mma take it there

Break it there, Visine your block, 'til I make it clear, nigga!

[Chorus: Redman & E3]

I can feel your fire

When you niggas gettin' cold and your flows ain't got it no more you like...

I can feel your fire

Brick city on my back, Doc Grizzley on the track

Have ya hood sayin'

I can feel your fire

East coast, West coast, down South, worldwide, everybody like...

I can feel your fire

Welcome me back like Kotter, welcome back the father

Keep it gutta, no problems

Bitch!!!