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    "Wkya (drop)" Lyrics

    Redman

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    [radio announcer]
    This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker
    Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City
    The weather is callin for it to be hotter than a MOTHERFUCKER out there
    So crack a brew, roll a blunt, cause the phone lines are open right now
    We've expanded to cities like Atlanta, D.C., Tampa, Chicago
    Dallas, Memphis, Detroit and L.A.
    So call in now, 1-800-High-as-a-Motherfucker
    That's 1-800-,High-as-a-MOTHERFUCKER!!

    DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it
    Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it..

    DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it
    Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it..

    [Redman]
    Yo, when I walk I stalk like a dog (AROOF!)
    Writin "fuck ya hometown" on ya wall (AROOF!)
    WKYA! Them niggaz that'll whip out the dick
    and piss ALL in your gar-ments
    When I come around, son lay 'em down
    This Homey the Clown play around so pay it now
    Sweepin the block up, Mayor Doc, he in town
    Ridin the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action
    Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin!
    I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin
    Gaspin like it's Aspen, no air
    Beef we bring it on with tap shoes and hope the po'-po' there
    Graduated, they said Red would go nowhere (uh-uh)
    Now, SOURCE AWARDS, ride a water buffalo there
    Polo Gear, holes in it, the fo'-fo' wear
    Ass out, check the weather report for cold air (brrrr)
    On your hottest day of the summer, I snowmobile in
    Stack new jacks in the Carter, blow the building
    It's WKYA muh'fucker
    Bringin trouble your way, so duck muh'fucker!

    Yeahh! Two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand pounds
    of guerilla shit funk fo' yo' ass motherfucker!
    Bricks to Brook-nam, we hold it down, PPP Def Squad
    Ya tell me once and I'll tell you again
    Pull out the mac-10 and rob yo' friend, yeahhh!
    (Fucker) WKYA (We kickin yo' ass)
    This song was submitted on March 10th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Erick Sermon, Erick S. Sermon, Karl Amani Wailoo, Reggie Noble.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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