Uh-Huh - Redman

Yo, now first of all I’m a kid about money

Talkin hot bid’ness and my paper work, runnin

Doc and Hot Nick is like Good Will, Huntin

Put them shotguns up in the air and start, pumpin

Real niggas in the hood don’t start, nuttin

When the heat breaks they proceed to start, dumpin

You eyeballin me like you movin somethin

Yo' bitch fuckin you with me in the Walkman

Slow down boy, you’re not a real, killer

Three-wheel motion from me shootin the wheel up

Out the jungle, Doc straight go-rilla (ahh ahh ahh ahh)

Bananas, antennas can’t pick up (doo doo doo doo)

My crew is Triple P, watch us do it

Brook-nam, Shaolin, the T-Dot, Newark

All my shorties skippin school watch truant

Hit the college dorm, make freaks out the students

Yeah, now do you like the way it feel baby?

(uh-huh)

Do you like the way the Bricks move baby?

(uh-huh)

Roll the L, let’s inhale baby (uh-huh)

Startin it up befo' twelve baby (uh-huh, uh-huh)

To my niggas that say buck hoes (uh-huh)

Only real dog is they red nose (uh-huh)

If it ain’t green can’t accept those (uh-huh)

That can’t roll with niggas that’s petrol (uh-huh)

Niggas, abandon ship when I’m geared for landing

Your own tec-ll see my grill and start, jamming

Throw your hands up in the air, keep 'em standin

Fuck if you in here on V.I.P., laminates (fuck you)

You’ll get touched too with the, cannon

Around the handle, a fuck you ban-danna

Dawg I was grown with balls and bad, manners

That’s why me and your broad is on, camera

I’m sick from a childhood head, blow

When systems was pumpin before I let, go

The head honcho fall back and pump, fo'

Figure-four flows 'til they scream, UNCLE!

Now wake your punk-ass up if you asleep

Doc and Brick City bout fo'-thousand deep

Fourteen years old, got TV’s in the, seat

Watchin pornos of Janet Jack-me

— whispered