Redbull (feat. Redman)

RZA came and got me, this what I came to do!

I'ma ring the bell, so it's time to eat

Brick Dog stash weed in the AMI-seats

Bomb inside the palm

Doc rock a wife-beater, with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on

The front, my pump built like the Klumps

To carry it, I take the spare out the trunk

I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days

That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise

"Blast!" Don't panic

Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rap game single-handed?

Hell nah! I won't tell you, son

If I find a wack idea, I'll sell you one!

Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah, my lecture's

Like Hannibal Lector's, where's the ketchup?

Don't speak on it, shut ya trap

I see ya whole crew yellow like mustard packs

Ah-woooo! Doc in my own zone

You say you got the rap game sewn?

But it's sewn wrong

I ride through your hood in a Mr. Softee truck

Then pull a MAC out a box of snow cones

"Yeah (Yeah), ya little fucks!

Give me your fuckin' money!"

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby (Uh-huh, check it...)

I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on

Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?

Somebody pull the fire alarm when Johnny storm

If you're lukewarm, leavin' your clothes and boots torn

Pro's and con's, mega-bomb's and so-on's

For Arrid Extra-Dry MCs to get their roll on

First issue, got issues, what is hip-hop to Hot Nickles?

It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues, word

Look at my hand and get the third

Finger out ya earhole like: "Fuck what you heard!"

Now that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool

Mr. Fix-It like Handyman, I pack tool

I been shitty, I'm from the bowels of the city (New York!)

And just because my outfit match, don't make me pretty

Baggy dungarees, dick need room to breathe

In a room full of crackers, I might cut the cheese

Ain't no rules to the game, if there is, we ain't playin'

In your business like EPMD, "So What Cha Sayin'"

You co-signin' that bullshit yo man tryin'?

Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!!

Slugs flyin'...

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

Yo, yao... check, the Kodak pose, from magazines to the big screen

Four wheel machines make your wiz scream, kids fiend!

From the urban to suburban

Roll upon me thirstin', like: "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant"

We roll longer than dice in a casino

Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double zero

Behind the tinted windows, I lie low

On some hydro, tryna slide from the 5-0

But now, get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty

A third time felon, just hit with over 30

Noteworthy style have 'em 'so thirsty

First degree heats are quittin' on me

Cold turkey, no mercy

I bring the pain of a hundred migraines

For the thousands shoutin' my name, that's why I came

But first bring the cash purse, then the outburst

My surround sound pound your ear like Jevon Kearse

I flex muscle, outside I find a next hustle

Trouble with your hearin'? Face the TEC muzzle

Even the best buckle when I take it to the extreme

It gets ugly, but it's what a **** do to get cream

This life!

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby