Branson Branson
Redman
GENRE
Redman jump on a DWB
Cause my BMW be doing 180, better warn a brother like WB
Fuck if you bubble a ki, put up your knuckles
Make you Hollywood, shuffle duff you, bag you up so call me Hustle Man
Uptown strawberries haze, switch blades in my dungarees
Pineapple weed, look what Branson done done to me
Hash like Government cheese, burning til my pen run out of ink
Before you blink I surrender you like the roller rink
Fuck a gram, I want your dividence or Timbalands
Silenced the lamb and my hood just as hot as my hand
Welcome back Carter, I'm playing, I give a job to the mayor
My flow ain't hard to compare like martial arts in the air
We get lost in the land, bitch licking balls in her chair
Get nut involved in her hair, bitch I am a dog and I swear
This popping dude, papi chulo kinda cocky, smooth
Operator, no alligator shoe, nobody move
Oil up a jam, packed like a Pakistani, yeah
You can't be him so click your heels, go back to Annie, yeah
Ready, cam, action, whether Brooklyn or Acrinel
High-o listen like a wire, turn the big apple to cider
I steal your lighter, ATL throw them bowls
Leave them shells, and the flow like Mossberg or the code
Cause my BMW be doing 180, better warn a brother like WB
Fuck if you bubble a ki, put up your knuckles
Make you Hollywood, shuffle duff you, bag you up so call me Hustle Man
Uptown strawberries haze, switch blades in my dungarees
Pineapple weed, look what Branson done done to me
Hash like Government cheese, burning til my pen run out of ink
Before you blink I surrender you like the roller rink
Fuck a gram, I want your dividence or Timbalands
Silenced the lamb and my hood just as hot as my hand
Welcome back Carter, I'm playing, I give a job to the mayor
My flow ain't hard to compare like martial arts in the air
We get lost in the land, bitch licking balls in her chair
Get nut involved in her hair, bitch I am a dog and I swear
This popping dude, papi chulo kinda cocky, smooth
Operator, no alligator shoe, nobody move
Oil up a jam, packed like a Pakistani, yeah
You can't be him so click your heels, go back to Annie, yeah
Ready, cam, action, whether Brooklyn or Acrinel
High-o listen like a wire, turn the big apple to cider
I steal your lighter, ATL throw them bowls
Leave them shells, and the flow like Mossberg or the code
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