Listen to Da Goodness (feat. Busta Rhymes) by Redman

Da Goodness (feat. Busta Rhymes)

Redman

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Redman - Da Goodness (Official Music Video)
Watch {trackName} music video by {artistName}

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Redman
Redman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Irving Mills
Irving Mills
Composer
Juan Tizol
Juan Tizol
Composer
Trevor Smith
Trevor Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Redman
Redman
Producer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Check it out, check it out Check it out, check it out Check it out, check it out Check it out, check it out Yo, bless the steel, step out dressed to kill Spark the L, "Whattup Doc?" What the deal? Clock the squeal, the MC overkill Certified cylinders 35 mil' Jumpin' out planes, Doc's Da Name Cock the flame, back to delete the pain Hater, IKSRFO, don't Piscapo Hit the safe for cake, shoulda switched to coal Nigga, sneak a pound through custom drug hounds Bound to rob your neighborhood Walbaums Me and my man jumpin' out Sedans Tappin' your jaw, like Sugar Ray did Duran I, execute like wars in Beirut Twenty-two inch rims to parachute out the Lex Coupe The rhythm hit 'em without the venom in 'em Pen'll scare them with the shit I pull out the John Lennon Hah, Dogstar, your girl smokin' a lot I been had a demo before, "Ridin' High" Five whips straight up, cash out the car lot Clorox your Fort Knox, till y'all call SWAT Bite off your ear for a souvenir Switch from Red to Roy, give you Primal Fear If you don't know the click then you're smokin' wet Funk Doc, Def Squad, from the Jersey set, ah Wild the fuck out, smoke the fuck out Drink the fuck out, freak the fuck out Bug the fuck out, scream the fuck out Black the fuck out, act the fuck out Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass Oo-wee! I think the heat is on Ninety-seven Cheech and Chong, I'm reachin' y'all Right on, my palm is like the cape on Spawn Active frequency, trip the car alarm Ribbit ribbit ribbit, got moves to make Choose the date, today you hallucinate Smokin' me out without war, torn, ghettoes Opposite of Goodfellows, Dinero Go to any borough who rock the mic thorough Got your wife sayin', "Not tonight, hello!" Money talk, bullshit walk, ask Kris The baptist, roll Garcia's with hashish You need classes for practice to tap this Jurassic crab shaft nasty ass bitch Hot potato, drop the data Guard your Emancipation Proclimator Lock shit down, cock the pound, no doubt As a juvenile, brought cazals off canal Brick City be the pros at wildin' out Off at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky Crash in the V while we Master the P I beez Bout It Bout It, causin' low mileage Blacka, make Zsa Zsa Gabor cha-cha Spit somethin' to you then turn your eyes cockeyed Down with the Outz - ah ha ha, ha ha! Yo tremblin', pickin up the pen again, adrenaline Got impact like DJ Boo on, "Benjamins" Sentiment, hit you with your thongs and your Timberland Fuck ya, rob ya, cops say, "It's them again!" Choke the fuck out, joke the fuck out Sweat the fuck out, pass the fuck out Black the fuck out, flip the fuck out Drunk the fuck out, bug the fuck out Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass Yo, Pepe LePew I ain't messin' wit you Or stressin' your crew, your own niggaz be testin' you too Fuckin' wit you, makin your bitch unbuckle her shoe Watchin this bitch while she already know what she wanna do She follow me home, and on the way she swallow me bone The Don Corleone, she wildin' all inside of my zone C'mon bitch, let me creep you out, peepin' you out Sneakin' you out, over to my crib, freakin' you out Eveready, now turn off the telly, turn off the celly The way I be hittin' it got you sweatin' makin' you smelly Shit funky like your mother with her stinkin' ass Type of shit that'll have you aggie and ready to blast, whoo Baby, just hold a second and give me a chance Let me go put my rubber on so that we really can dance Now we huggin' you know we fuckin until my nuts bust out Cardiac arrest of the pussy and pass the fuck out Bug the fuck out, sweat the fuck out Drink the fuck out, stink the fuck out Act the fuck out, smack the fuck out Fuck the fuck out, freak the fuck out Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you feel it in your body? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you wanna get naughty? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you wanna rock a party? Shake your stinkin' ass Do you wanna drink a forty? Shake your stinkin' ass Stinkin' ass Stinkin' ass Stinkin' ass Stinkin' ass
Writer(s): Irving Mills, Reggie Noble, Duke Ellington, Trevor Smith, Juan Tizol Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out