Gimmie One lyrics

by

Method Man & Redman


[Redman]
Gillahouse, take it from the top like this n*gga

[Verse]
Yo, Redman 'Back in Business' like EPM -
D whips I drive, I gotta TV'em
I tore New York down, so B.B. King'em
Found my way back home like E.T. finger
I rock the arena, you know the drill
Get high, get drunk, grab a ho and chill
Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action
Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin
Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson
Foreign b*tches feelin me for my accent
Talk like a boss, I can't complain
When I do it, it's big like Fulton & St. James
I got Brick City, even D.C. b*tches
They all steal for me outta P.C. Richards
I move like a pimp, but I'm far from one
Like Lil Weez, I got army guns
Gimmie one, n*gga

[Hook]
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n*gga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n*gga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n*gga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
[Verse 2]
Yo, If you don't like me, f*ck you, I flex one muscle
Doc got more effects than Kung Fu Hustle
I'm uptown, buyin the purp
Lookin cut clean, jeans, Moschin', designer shirt
Redman fell off, what the talks about?
I wasn't lettin y'all swim when the shark was out
Rollin red carpet out, it's Jersey
Me and them together is like Lil' Seymour and Big Percy
I knew women from high school that picked on me
Now I see them, they all wanna lick on me
I hood down homie, rock like Bon Jovi
I can work the nightshift like Yvonne Mobley
Brick City, boy, my flow is on fire
Disagree, I go in your mouth like botox
Pick up Pete Rock, n*gga, we all cool
Hit the highway and ask, "Is the CL smooth?" n*gga

[Hook]
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n*gga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n*gga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n*gga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
[Verse 3]
Your style might be parkay, but mine butter
That b*tch can't break no bread, then why f*ck her
I'm kinda c*cky, homeboy, did I stutter?
I popped the umbilical cord on my mother
I jumped out the womb, I became a whale
That's hard to harpoon, I need more room
The hood love me, so I keep it real gully
I got handsome, but my flow is still ugly
Turn the treble out the track and I'll G it
The lines in my rhyme are longer than Ikea
I stay on my grind, but when I come up with an idea
Then yeah, it's party over here!
It's 5 years I disappeared, but I'm back
And tell Nino Brown and them that I'm crack
Grab my bozack, middle finger is up
I got your grandma givin it up
Gimmie one, n*gga!

[Hook]
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n*gga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n*gga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie one, n*gga)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
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