Hip Hop Quotable Wednesdays (Late) – Redman – “Rockafella”

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1990's, 1994, 48 Hours, Afro, Atlanta, Blue Chips, Blue Hurt, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Bob Fudjinski, Bob Morse, Bravos, Breyer's Ice Cream, Brick City, Brooklyn, Cali, Chicago, Chicago Bulls, Chocolate City, Clinton, Collins, Coney Island, Danny Clinch, Dare Iz a Darkside, Dave Greenberg, Def Jam, Def Jam Recordings, Def Squad, DJ Twinz, EPMD, Erick Sermon, Fantasia, Flashlight, Funk, Funky, George Clinton, Haywood, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Hurricane G, I Wanna Do Something Freaky to You, Illtown, Jeff Stewart, Jeff Trotter, Jeru, Jeru Da Damaja, Keith Murray, Key Yemaya Walker, Kraftwerk, Leon Haywood, Lyrics, Mike Bona, music, NBA Jams, New York, Newark, Nick Nolte, NJ, Noble, North Carolina, NY, Parliament, PPP, Q-Tip, Redman, Reggie Noble, Reginald "Reggie" Noble, Rock Box, Rockafella, Run-DMC, Shaft, Shaq, SkyPager, T-LA Rock, The Bronx, The Worlds Playground, Tony Dawsey, Underground, Underground hip hop, Worrell

Intro:

Aiyyo yo yo yo you better pass it
Aiyyo check this out
We coming to you live from that BOMB Chocolate City my man
Where the knotty headed n—-z and the Brick City brigade dwell
And if you don’t know your fool better ask
Aiyyo yo you better pass that blunt
And yo E we comin to you live with the Cosmic type stuff

Verse One: Redman

Well it’s that brother coming six billion feet from beneath
And you should be peep-in how I get smoked-out on the weekend
I swing it to my crew or down to my fans
Schoolin hell of stackas like final exams
Cause, it’s the Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
elements, and it’s coming through your block
Can’t you smell it trick?
Wanna copy-cat my whole format
So you get funk tracks, punch lines and skull hats
Hoooo! Got a little Redman in town
Who’s that effin clown soundin wack with the frown??
I don’t know man, but you better wonder what I would do
While loud on this staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burrow
You get hurt up, word up, Jam-med like Pearl
Knock off from blood clot puff on the rough block
Or I peep my man, Rockafella, it don’t stop

Chorus:

On and on, and it don’t quit
Redman rockin on to the funky s–t, c’mon
On and on, and it don’t quit
Redman rockin on to the funky s–t
I said Jersey’s in the house Jersey’s in the house
I said Brooklyn’s in the house Brooklyn’s in the house
I said Uptown’s in the house Uptown’s in the house
I said the Bronx in the hidouse The Bronx in the hidouse

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Redman – “Can’t Wait”

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1994, 21 Jumpstreet, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Boba Fett, Can't Wait, Da Bricks, Dare Iz a Darkside, Def Jam, Def Squad, DJ Twinz, Erick Sermon, Funk Doctor Spock, Funk Dr. Spock, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Music, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Key Yemaya Walker, music, New Jersey, New York, Newark, Redman, Reggie Jackson, Reggie Noble

“Can’t Wait”
Redman from the 1994 album Dare Iz A Darkside.

I’m like “Ruhh!! Ruhh!!” like I have cerebral palsy
My flows bees wet like all you girls drawers be
crack the Phills, spread the buddah, then the hiddash,
roll it up and then ask, “Who chipped in for the 10 bag?”
Etcetera, I roll my blunts with two textures,
pick up 50 bags and then I smoke all the extras
It’s the truth, like funk 180-proof
Don’t drop your drawers, I’ll f–k through your daisy-dukes (true!)
Put your fingers up in the air if your high (high)
I walk by (by), so F a drive (by)
I swing up in it, ’bout as average as half as
good as Reggie Jackson’s, that’s why you talk backwards
and chumps be on some Bogard s–t like Humphrey
You couldn’t beat me if you ran with 21 Jumpstreet,
or 90210, f–k it yo;
In the movies, I’m the n—a puffin’ buddah in the back row

Chorus: Repeat 8X

(I can’t wait to get it on…)

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Redman feat K-Solo – “It’s Like That (my Big Brother)”

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1996, Blue Hurt, Blue Lines, Cold Gettin' Dumb, Def Jam, Def Squad, Dodge, Erick Sermon, Funk Doctor Spock, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, It's Like That (my Big Brother), Just Ice, K-Solo, Keith Murray, Key Yemaya Walker, McDonalds, Mickey D's, Muddy Waters, New Jersey, Ram, Redman, Reggie Noble, Richard Roundtree, Shaft, Total, vinyl

I still have the vinyl for this at the house.

(K-Solo) Erick Sermon, keep keep it on
Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on
K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on
Keep keep on, ya don’t stop
Keep keep it on, and ya don’t stop
Keep keep it on, and ya don’t stop
K-Solo, Redman, ya don’t stop
Erick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don’t stop

[K-Solo]
I X’d ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off
cliffs grabbin their ass cheeks yellin GERONIMO
It ain’t a problem at all when K solve
Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards
are charged, by my entourage, who put
the Ram in Dodge, rasclaat and bumba claat
Maintain, few remain in the game
So I remain focused; hip hop’s the main aim

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Method Man & Redman – “How High”

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actor, Athens, Beavis and Butthead, Biggie Smalls, Blackout!, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Clifford Smith, Def Jam, Def Jam Recordings, Def Squad, Earwax Records, EPMD, Erick Sermon, Fly, Fly Robin, Funk Doctor Spock, Georgia, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Hot Nikkels, How High, Iron Lung, John J, Johnny Blaze, Key Yemaya Walker, Meth, Method Man, Method Man & Redman, Methtical, Month Of The Man, Murder Was The Case, music, MZA, New Jersey, New York, New York City, Newark, Rapper, Redman, Reggie Noble, Reginald "Reggie" Noble, Reginald Noble, Shakwon, Shaolin, Staten Island, The Show, Tical, U.S., UB, UGA, United States, University Of Bridgeport, University Of Georgia, Who Shot Ya, Wu-Tang Clan

Whoa, had a flashback as we rode back from Athens last week, and this took the place of the scheduled Hip-Hop Quotable for this week after an all out performance with Ike on 316. We weren’t listening to the “Fly Robin, Fly,” version.

Intro:

Takin it from the top?
Tippy? Tippy?

How High?….
The Ultimate High….

Verse One: Method Man

Scuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye
Who the f–k wanna die for their culture
Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Tical get, HMMM
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your house’n projects
I represent the Shaolin my n—a
Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down