N.I.N.

(intro)
Yo yo whats good my nigga I got it nigga, nigga I got it what you need nigga?
I need that sour! Brick City let's go!

(verse1)
Yo Redman my nigga, who else?
A double O.G. in the game with two g's on the belt
The flows I create, it'll drown Mike phelps
Its no sleeping here im anti NyQuil
Look at this nigga here, I control the stage
Boy I do it like Moses I part niggas waves
And whiteboys brains, they know im current death on itunes and they could choose 6 million ways
I want lazed chips, that old folks money
You know, getting paid but I done blew it like Tomi
Brick city designed me, they dont wanna blame
Banna clip rounded neck thats a food chain
What up Homie, is time getting hard?
Well im like an alcoholic, its all about bars
My truck so big, I need a six cars garage,'
And all challengers better dodge
Hey

(hook)
I got my game face on what you know about it?
Im rolling up that Grand daddy what you know about it?
Im driving in an exotic what you know about it?
I pull up my car (errr) and looking at you punk like nigga what?
Nigga what? (x15)

(verse2)
Yes sir, yo im on a highway cruising, loving my life
That 8 0 8 like  yeah the D nice
I've seen tina and Robin, sitting at the light
I said I beat it up I be the new Mike and NIke
Redman on blast, perfecting the craft
Smoke all ya cut, then ride off and laugh
All types of girls love Red I ain't mad, shit I got islamic women tryna bag dad
Yo you need crack? I move like a cartel
Even smack and B say URL
When the Wu tang sprang out of park hill
I turned up my C.R.E.A.M game getting Carvel
Yo dogs, when times getting hard
Im like an alcoholic, im all about bars
Im like an AmEx card nigga, I take charge
And all challengers better dodge
Hey

(hook)