Oooh

Lyrics

[Intro: Redman] Party people! Your dreams have now been fulfilled (Word!) Get your ass up, and let's get ill That's right, y'all We more than rough (Ruff!) We're callin' your bluff (Bluff!) And when it comes to rhymes...! (Brick City) [Verse 1: Pos, Dave, (Redman)] Yo, don't scandalize mine I spent too much time Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin' for crime (Halt! Who goes there?!) Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear Shinin' black like Darth Vader caps, they all stare While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (Rock-in' it) Like the little ball inside the spray can Providing three coats for both child, woman, and man [Chorus: Redman] God bless the God, lay these streets wall to wall It go, "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!" Yo! You got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique It went, "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!" [Verse 2: Pos, Dove, (Maseo)] It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('Phalt) Got your chin touched by my fam who thought you brought harm, you see I'm iced out like a glass of tea Better yet, oatmeal cookies �y'all just rookies to me Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D Why try? Maseo been gettin' high (Yo!) since Luke was Luke Skywalk' Man, my topic of talk �is sheddin' shame all over your game Like them shorties who claim that Afrocentric lovin' is the past drug A life filled with ("GUNS!")that's what thugs love (Love!) Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice While it muffles your voice Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold 'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss Most crews are post-current while we're forever Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages Graduated from the U-N-I-versity of Hard-Hitters, for real [Chorus: Redman] I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine And get "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!" Yo! if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on tonight Then go "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!" Yo! Put your hands opposite to the ground If you're lovin' our sound Go "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!" Yo! And to my broke niggas on the corner holdin' me down Go "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!" [Verse 3: Dove, Pos & Redman] Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong I had plans to buy more land, plant corn Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks Set-backs is gon' get my ass *------* P hostile Rockwilder the beat, top dollar the fee (Uh-huh!) Big moneys make the big decision 'Keep Hip-Hop alive' is just the intermission Back to the second half of the feature flick Thick stacks and fuck rap I had a thing for makin' paper since papier-m�ch� (C'mon) Now my dollar coins join pounds and yen for play While you broke niggas reach drunk much quicker You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor Went from God to "Goddamn!" Damn God, you're killin' it Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it Rap cats talk with no feel in it (Uh-huh) Soundin' like they virtual This joint'll hurt you, yo! 'Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed (Word?) They did a job (Uh-huh) Shook all the goodies up from under the tree (Word up) Except the CDs of shiny-suit rappers and flossin' emcees Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees Man, you know them wack poems get no play in our homes (Nah, man) You need to not get nappy with me Or else we gon' "relax your mind, let your conscience be free" [Chorus: Redman] Yo! Yo, where my Wall Street niggas? If ya up in the stands Go "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!" To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man Go "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!" Yo! If you never been shot or stabbed Brick City, go "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!" Yo! I gotta catch a cab back to the lab So I can smoke "oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh!"