Intro:


Aiyyo yo yo yo you better pass it

Aiyyo check this out

We coming to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City my man

Where the knotty headed niggaz and the Brick City brigade dwell

And if you don't know your fool better ask

Aiyyo yo you better pass that blunt

And yo E we comin to you live with the Cosmic type stuff


Verse One: Redman


Well it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath

And you should be peep-in how I get smoked-out on the weekend

I swing it to my crew or down to my fans

Schoolin hell of stackas like final exams

Cause, it's the Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant

elements, and it's coming through your block

Can't you smell it trick?

want to copy-cat my whole format

So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats

Hoooo! Got a little Redman in town

Who's that effin clown soundin wack with the frown??

I don't know man, but you better wonder what I would do

While loud on this staff like birds one and two

My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burrow

You get hurt up, word up, Jam-med like Pearl

Knock off from blood clot puff on the rough block

Or I peep my man, Rockafella, it don't stop


Chorus:


On and on, and it don't quit

Redman rockin on to the funky shit, c'mon

On and on, and it don't quit

Redman rockin on to the funky shit

I said Jersey's in the house Jersey's in the house

I said Brooklyn's in the house Brooklyn's in the house

I said Uptown's in the house Uptown's in the house

I said the Bronx in the hidouse The Bronx in the hidouse


Verse Two:


Newark, New Jersey, rock rock on, word is bond

I'm comin in swarms, so turn your flashlights on

Due to difficulty, my style flows while it tracrossed the planet

in 48 Hours like Nick Nolte

Droppin the flavor, stay Sky high like Pager

I'm magical like Fantasia on paper

I Saw the Light like Kraftwerk, of course

When the T-L-A Rock shock the stuff, It's Yours!

To your drawers, your record label got your staff gassed

Thinkin you gonna sell two mil cakes real fast

But you're blocked, and your earrings choke like a tec

Now, who freakin style your ass gonna steal next?

Are there any more imitators in the house?? There are no

Bust like NBA Jams, and you can have Chicago

Catch the cargo, funky like a bag of Bravos

Way back, with a pump 92 K-T-you in car loads

Huuh! I just stay funky like that

Make you want to (sssss) my style like a junkie on crack

Trick, you better back the freak up, for real now

When I break it down from Newark NJ to IllTown


Chorus:


On and on, and it don't quit

Redman rockin on to the funky shit, c'mon

On and on, and it don't quit

Redman rockin on to the funky shit

I said Virginia's in the house Virginia's in the house

I said Cali's in the house Cali's in the house

I said Atlanta's in the house Atlanta's in the house

North Carolina's in the house Carolina's in the house



Verse Three:


Yoo-hoo watch the birdie!! While Red wreck your brains early

If rap was be -Ball, I'd have assists like James Worthy

Dribble the rock if you got the hots to get your knot rocked

Twice my device, Run-D.MC's from my Rock Box

Hey you, better Come Clean like Jeru

Before I take phase two and do another pay-per-view

to your crew, I give a boom bip to Q-tip

Standin tall like Shaq, honey I'm back, this ain't Blue Chips

The new stuff, creamin brothas like Breyer's

He's heating up -- nah, brotha, I'm on fire!

Dribble dribble shootin three pointers to the drum trick

Try to take my style, BLAOW, end one

DJ Twinz in the house for the nine-square

My man Shaft, you don't know you better ask


Outro:


That bomb Chocolate City coming to you live

from the ninety-fo' era

Aiyyo you better pass that blunt, aiyyo check this out

We gonna take it to you live

where Newark New Jersey drops that chocolate funk for ya

Everyday and all day, how we do it word is bond, word is day

Def Squad's in the house for the nine-fo', word is bond, word is day

The sad Hawthorne Ave. got the good smoke, word is bond, word is day

Knotty-head niggaz in the house for nine-fo', word is bond, word is day

Brick City brigade in the house for nine-fo', word is bond, word is day

Redman rocks on and on for the nine-fo', word is bond, word is day

Word is bond word is bond in the house I'm in the house

Word is bond, word is day

You can suck my balls and lick my butt, word bond, word d, ehehehehehe

Word bond, word day

Hehehehehe, word is bond, word is day

Check it out, check it out

We comin to you live with the Cosmic Slop

On the fuckin block and we got the glocks

To your knot, who's the funk nigga and I'm comin to ya hot

It's that, Cosmic Slop, hit you with the irrelevant, ele, yeah

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Rockafella Lyrics

Redman – Rockafella Lyrics

Songwriters: COLLINS, WILLIAM BOOTSY / HAYWOOD, LEON / CLINTON, GEORGE SJR / NOBLE, REGGIE / WORRELL, BERNIE
Rockafella lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC, A SIDE MUSIC LLC

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