Watch Yo Nuggets

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Redman & Erick Sermon - Rap, Hip-Hop

Watch Yo Nuggets

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[Chorus] When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] 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 Lōc I'm swift, AKA 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, "ooh, child" Bust a sketch, the picture, frame it Hall of fame it, hang it, so no one can claim it I rule, brung my style from the boon docks Now my shit pump in the boombox Yo, Red, my ears are ringin' I can hear some girl singin' Hey, Erick Sermon Hey, uh Rock the mic, honey, I love the way you sway Plus, I have a crush, you drive me crazy I replied, "Hm, slow down, baby", uh I'm ill, smooth as Johnny Gill Gill, my, my, my, I pack skill 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 [Chorus] When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? [Verse 2: Redman] 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 tick-tack on small cracks, I'm all that to fall, Black My jaw snap with raps so, um, 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 hoecake 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 Jam, 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, yeah, I'm feelin kinda so-so I dog you like Toto, make Rudolph nose glow Right out of sight with the type of hype To make you say, um, uh, "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? (Hm, ten like Bo Derek) I'm deeper than a valley, peace to Cool V and Sally PMD, my man Solo and I'm Audi [Chorus] When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? [Outro] When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? When I come around, homeboy, watch yo' nuggets Why must I feel like that? (A master of the beatdown, my style's rugged)

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Credits

Writers
  • Redman
  • Erick Sermon
  • George Clinton
  • Garry Shider
  • David Spradley