The Red

Jaylib

Yo man you here dat you here dat s*** man
Like what the f*** is this
Hey look at this what kinda luck is this
(Hack) Uh Madlib and Dilla is the illest my n****s
Only haters holler they can't feel us
Want to get looser then we?
But just gonna be a looser to me and dilla (ha)
Killa, talkin' 'bout how you kill cops, you softer then a pillow
Backslapin' ya neck while you covered in rep?
Cause you bluffin' and you ain't said nothin' to spec?
Anyway I'm straight high off the trees
Your girl don't want to lie she's gonna get on a n****'s dick
Turn It up, why'all n****s must be outta head
If ya sister made it up to the bed?

Yo what was that you said right there what was that?
Mr. Leadway
Instant Replay
Instant Relay
Instant emcee, producer, and deejay
I do this s*** without a cell beeper or three way
You're coming off like like a G-lay?
Anyway
Ay, peace to A-G
Peace to Pete Rock, Diamond D, peace to Sage
Oh that n**** Wildlight, Wildlife, Hannibal, Cannibals
Whoop, what else?
Um, male Fascists, womanizers, nymphos, n****s in disguises
Ah what else
Fine women that like pretty women, some f*** women, some f*** woman?
Mostly f***in' women
Why'all n****s must be outta ya head if ya sisters made it up to the bed?