Best Redman Songs of All Time!

#25. Blow Your Mind – “AHHHH!! Look out, it’s the Funkadelic Funk for chumps. Who don’t be knowin’ my name, I tear the frame out ya punks. I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip. I get biz with the skit, I DJ like Quik. The top notch of the block, ’cause I carry a Glock. Holy hot rocks, I’m hot, so give up the props. My style is HUMMIN CUMMIN ATCHA, duck or get backed up.”…

#24. Bars – “Bravehearted, I’m Nas in ’94. You could say I’m your favorite rapper’s favorite. I’m like Penny on the floor wasted. Pump your brakes, divorce me if you can’t relate. I get brain when I text, I’m typin’ LOL. Chick on her knees like SMH. Get it? Too slow, listen faster cause my time’s a factor. You freestylin’ dnd I ain’t asked ya.”…

#23. Method Man & Redman – Run 4 Cover ft. Ghostface Killah & Streetlife – “When it comes to the darts, I throw em. Flamethrower, blow your section-eight home to your payphone up. Grass smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower. I water, I ride the wale that ate Jonah. Over, your faced wit the black cape over. You woke up four gorillas wit a makeover. Packin a punch, asthma pump takeover. My crew boards, and the whole plane lays over.”…

#22. Do What Ya Feel ft. Method Man – “Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease. Did more drugs than pharmacies. So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can’t compare. Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities. Don’t make me bring it on back I f**k up the majority. Of ni**as lookin hard at me, I Port ’em like Authority.”…

#21. How to Roll a Blunt – “Check out a new type of gimmick which is splendid. Since you’re down with other sh*t, let’s see if you’re down with this. It’s about strictly trying to roll a blunt. When you get the hang of it, you’ll carry more blunts than Archie Bunk’.”…

#20. Method Man & Redman – Blackout – “Hit the high school and 187 Caesar. When I bust y’all need to back four acres. Doc y’all and that’s my man Jabberjaw. The sh*tlist ready, who next to scratch off? I’m from the underground, my sound lift Platform shoes to b**ches, 400 pounds.”…

#19. Pick It Up (Skit) – “Ni**as be like “Ahh he changed his style up”. Shut the f**k up, ya still a dick-ridah. It’s nine-six so get wit’ it. Peep that back-in-the-day sh*t when that other Squad was Hit-tin. Listen, must we forget, I originated. All that wild sh*t, that rrraahh rrraaoowww sh*t. That jump up and ready to f**k sh*t up now sh*t. Brick City!! Is where I get down kid. Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince. F*ck what ya heard, Brick City runs sh*t.”…

#18. Rated “R” – “So put your money where your mouth is. Watch Redman house sh*t. And if it’s beef, I’ll punch you in your mouth, kid (‘Damn!’). I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails. Word to Jamelle, my heart pumps nails in my blood rail.”…

#17. Method Man & Redman ft. LL Cool J & Ja Rule – 4 Seasons – “I’m constant, on that paper chase. Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8. Doc serve til you lickin’ the plate. Battle royal, in the ring smoking like Doc out of oil.”…

#16. Method Man & Redman – Y.O.U. – “I figured it out: y’all ni**as ain’t as big as your mouth. My street value – well it won’t even fit in your couch. When I bust titties come out, no matter what city. Hardcore committee’s dumb the f**k out — son should duck out! Yo, nuttin to lose, pumpin the two up in your goose. Buckle your shoes, scuffle my boots, f**kin witchu.”…

#15. Method Man & Redman – Cereal Killer – “I talk like I walk with a f**ked up pivot. Ni**as scream out, it’s just us b**ches. Don’t shoot, out the phone booth. I aim at your party, hit the wrong group. Happy birth… oooh, ooh ooh ooh. Ni**as done snapped, runnin’ hunchback. Ducking brick walls get thumbtacked. So run laps,’fore I body you.”…

#14. Can’t Wait (Extended Version) – “I’m like rah rah, like I had cerebral palsy. My flows be’s wet like all you girls’ drawers be. Crack the Phills, spread the buddha then the hiddash. Roll it up and then ask, who chipped in for the ten bag?”…

#13. Off the Wall ft. Eminem – “I’m “What’s Happening,” with no re-run. Doc. Rob De Niro when the Heat come. My barrel hang out the Camaro. Aimed at the nose of them hoes, it’s hard to breathe from. Flash the gat, your town, bogarting. Your wallet, your chain the main target. Beef is like cold engine: don’t start it. Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot. We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you. From ten speed and brown shoe. Doc and Eminem, cock the M&M. Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them.”…

#12. Case Closed ft. Crossbreed – “Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo’ pound. To blast all these sound men that got the po’ sound. Yippee-ki-yay, motherf**kers here’s the show down. But since we’re broke now with dope sounds now here we go now. Check the motion while I be puffin the potent.”…

#11. Method Man & Redman – A-YO – “I be like yiggy, yes y’all, Doctor on call.
I’ll rock ’til my name in graffiti on the wall. Got flow like the rapids in Great George. Got weed? I got blunts, My name Jamal. I pause, flick the ash from my L. I Pause like Run and Jason Mizell. The emcee is me, host for the night. Papa Doc, only thing I don’t choke on the mic.”…

#10. Method Man & Redman – Cheka – “Riggidy-raow! Steppin out the crowd throwin bolos. Fliggidy-flame on! Twin chrome fo’-fo’s. Loadin it up, cocking it back, ready to splash for real. Spit flows out the gill, God tried to build. It’s hectic, 45-6 gimme a grip. That’s more dollars in them thongs than them go-go chicks. Bitch I’m drunk, pumpin slugs out of cannon. Shut ya after-party down when Meth and Red in. Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE!”…

#09. Let’s Get Dirty (I Can’t Get In da Club) – “Yo.. yo, gimme some room I’m throwing elbows. Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them? If I gotta pay to get in the club. I’mma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten. I ain’t on the guest list, I ain’t V.I.P. I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P. My dress code is all black when I’m making the moves. Similar to the new Playstation 2. I can’t help it if the club only packing a G, And the fire marshal wanna shut it down in 3. And you balling ass niggas, whose dressed to kill. For the hoes showing the toes with extra heels (man!).”…

#08. Method Man & Redman – Da Rockwilder – “Now my neighbor doped up. Got the cable hooked up, all channels. Lift my shirt all mammal. You ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.”…

#07. Method Man & Redman – Part II – “You can call on the man when the party is borin’. I’ll have these hoes strippin’ till it’s part of the mornin’. I love a fat chick with a body enormous. It ain’t about the weight, yo, it’s how they performin’.”…

#06. Whateva Man ft. Erick Sermon – “Yo, I’m smokin herbals ’til it hurts you. I keep your daughter way out past her curfew, hard far from commercial. (So what cha mean nigga) We don’t give a fuck when we smoked out. In the land that’s doped out (It’s like that?) no doubt. From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets. Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks.”…

#05. Da Goodness ft. Busta Rhymes – “Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill. Spark the L, “Whattup Doc?” What the deal? Clock the squeal, the MC overkill. Certified cylinders 35 mil’. Jumpin out planes, Doc’s Da Name. Cock the flame, back to relieve the pain.”…

#04. Rock Da Spot – “Damn, I’m the, bomb, ringing off all types alarms. My palms, be swift with the pen like Lynn Swann’s. Aggravated assault, against an MC. Beat him down with the mic and all types of pedigrees. It’s mad real in the Bricks, plus I roll thick. You can quote this, I’m the Moby Dick of dopeness.”…

#03. Tonight’s da Night – “Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black Tec-9. By the waistline, kickin’ the hype shit. I never claim to be the best type of rapper. But have to, show them motherfuckers what I’m after. I’m after the gold, then after that, the platinum. Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son.Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name? It’s the Redman on the funk train. Psyche, you’re motherfuckin’ right, tonight’s the night.”…

#02. Method Man & Redman –  How High (Remix) – “While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse. When I raise my trigger finger all y’all niggas hit the deck. ‘Cause ain’t no need for that, hustlers and hardcore. Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs. The Green-Eyed Bandit can’t stand it. With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam bitch.”…

#01. Time for Sum Akision – “Lights, camera, cock back the hammer (EXPLOSION!).
Straight from the Land of the Lost. I’mma hit you with the funk force. That make you run your rap style back to the crack aisle, brotha. Then strike a pose like Madonna. My mom’s kicked me out because I did what I want to. The original P-Funk, chump, dump a trunk of funk. In your skull caps ’cause my jaw snaps with the raw rap. So color me bad, plus color me black. For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track.”…


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