1990 NOW - Redman

Clap ya hands

Man I’m hungry muh-fucka

Clap ya hands everybody, cause I (Ow!)

Clap ya hands

Skills, nigga

Clap ya hands everybody

I’m so amazing, flow is cajun

Fly, everything aviation

Feel like Clark, and I’m on vacation

I throw it in the park, now I’m back to basics

Who need teaching, I’m cocky, I’m reachin'

It’s ugly, like when old lady’s ain’t decent

I don’t like beefin', my weight like a vegan

But compared to y’all on the mic, you ain’t eatin'

I ain’t talking Lambo’s & F1's

More like Rakim & KRS Ones (hahahehe!)

I’m killin' em, you can keep your money

Our boss need a big desk just to write the check on

I know I’m difficult, rap got typical, but I got visual (Yes)

The bam like Bigelow (Yeeeeees)

I’m like the i12 app for risers

so rush represent from New Jersey’s finest

Clap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody

They ask «Redman, what’s the sound?»

I tell 'em «Muh-fuckin' (The year is 19--

is 19--) 1990 Now!»

(There it is)

I said, slap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody (Let's go!)

They ask «Redman, what’s the sound?»

I tell 'em «Muh-fuckin' 1990 Now!»

Yo, I want the Green like 'Cee Lo', be the new Nino

Have Italian chicks grab my libido

You got the swag, but I got skills

I’m half Huxtable, way I’m after them Bills

Yes sir, nigga, I’m a hustler too

When I hit the rap game, where the fuck was you (where was you nigga!)

'92;

I was G Rap cool on camera

Was all in the zone like Deion Sanders

New niggas hate that, old niggas make that

That’s like a Maybach, built with an 8-Track

Scrubs, they get Ajax ASAP

Niggas who wouldn’t squeeze a mayonnaise pack

70's;

I was Commodores, Whispers

Rival gangs like Cowboys in Pittsburgh

When I was putting up Muddy Waters Stickers

You was a young cat, trying to meet Big Bird

Clap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody

They ask «Redman, what’s the sound?»

I tell 'em «Muh-fuckin' (The year is 19--

is 19--) 1990 Now!»

(There it is)

I said, slap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody (Let's go!)

They ask «Redman, what’s the sound?»

I tell 'em «Muh-fuckin' 1990 Now!

«(Let's Go!)

I want the Green like 'Cee Lo', be the Nino (Woah Woah Woah)

Have It-The fuck is you talkin' about?

(You said that shit already)

Ah, I did, right?

God dammit!

Bring it back

Yo, when my camp on fire;

Smokey the Bear

So only fadin' is mostly the hair

Got women clumsy, like Sinclair

And so many Jordans my nigga owe me a pair (I swear)

I can afford to take losses

With all these exhausts on the horses (Doc!)

You won’t find me up in the office

When it’s Friday and I want Ms. Parker

Yeah, I’m kung pow around a sundial

I should be rich now like the Rothschilds

Rather, I’m in the hood with a black’n mild

Listenin' to y’all demos on Soundclouds

And-

Y-See?!

(Aw!)

Y’all done fucked my vibe up, man (No!)

Fix y’all shit, man

Clap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everbody

They ask «Redman, what’s the sound?»

I tell 'em «Muh-fuckin' (The year is 19--

is 19--) 1990 Now!»

(There it is)

Clap ya hands, everybody, (Aw Man) cause I brought weed for everbody

They ask «Redman, what’s the sound?»

I tell 'em «Muh-fuckin' 1990 Now!

«(Let's go!) (Yessir)

I said slap ya hands, everybody, cause I brought weed for everybody (Brick City,

what’s good baby?)

They ask «Redman, what’s the sound?»

I tell 'em «Muh-fuckin' (The year is 19--

is 19--) 1990 Now!»

(There it is) (Whoooo)

I said slap ya hands, everybody, (Latifah what’s good baby?) cause I brought

weed for everbody

They ask «Redman, what’s the sound?»

(Gilla House) I tell 'em

Music slows down & soon cuts off:

Muhfuckin' nineteeeeen…

Yo, What the fuck!

AW!

Who the fuck turned off the power?!

(Fuck man)

Fuckin' Assholes