Watch Yo Nuggets - Redman

Chill and relax, I’m back in effect

Yes, I’m Erick Sermon, with a brand new cassette

Yes, I’m spoiled, rich like topsoil

Still loyal, still the MC Grand Royal

I’m still dope, I’m still no joke

I don’t care, I’m still wild like Tone Loc

I’m swift, a.k.a. a black stallion

Fat herringbone, with no medallion

Hello, I still got the same funk flow and yo

I still get busy like Arsenio

When I rock, I need all the girls with me

So I can be their baby tonight, like Whitney

Houston, producing a style that make a smile

To make you say, «Ooooohh chilllld!»

Bust the steps, the picture, frame it

Hall of fame it, hang it, so no one can claim it

I rule, brung my style from the Boondox

Now my shit pump in the boombox

Yo Red, my ears are ringin'

I can hear some girl singin'

Uhh, rock the mic honey I love the way you sway

Plus, I crush that drive me crazy

I replied, hmm… (slow down, baby, uh)

I’m ill, smooth as Johnny Gill

Gill, my my my, I pack steel

So back off, softy, here’s an ice cream cone

Put down the microphone

Thank you, right about now I’m through

I’m ghost like Casper… see you!

«When I come around, homeboy, watch yo nuggets»

Funky fresh in the flesh, the Sooperman grand slams a new twist

Scoop this, Redman is milk like two tits

I stay, freshly dipped with the nine

And a clip on my hip, money-grip, no bullshit

I tic-tac on small cracks I’m all that to fall black

My jaw snap with raps, so umm, get the balls, Jack

Flavor like Flav, plus I’m well paid

Own a maid with a blade, mack daddy of the decade

At a slow rate, I sparkle like Colgate

My dick’s named Machete, I stab much ho-cake

I don’t have a car, but own a pair of Reeboks

It gets me where I’m going, until my damn feet stops

On and on like a switch, bust the mix

Jammm, OOPS!

I turn up the pitch

To make me boom to zoom with the tune

To make the cow jump back over the moon

It’s Reggie Noble, yeahhh, I’m feelin kinda so-so

I dog you like Toto, make Rudolph nose glow

Funk out of sight with the type of hype

To make you say, umm, a 'Dyn-o-mite!'

Chiller, chiller than the Ice on Vanilla

I kill more kills than the quils from Tequila

I’m down with the green-eyed brother named Erick

Charlie, how you rate this?

(Hmm, ten like Bo Derek)

I’m deeper than a valley, peace to Cool V and Sally

PMD, my man Solo, and I’m auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuudi…

«When I come around, homeboy, watch yo nuggets»

«When I come around, homeboy, watch yo nuggets

A master of the beatdown, my style’s rugged…»