Redbull Songtext

von Wu-Tang Clan

[Intro:
Redman]
RZA came and got me, this what I came to do

[Redman]
I'mma ring the bell so it's time to eat
Brick dog stash weed in the amni seats
Bomb inside the palm, Doc rock a wifebeater
With me beatin my wife ass, iodone
The front, my pump built like the Klumps
The carrier, I take the spear out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain't work for days
That's why you see the pump when the curtain's raised, blaw
Don't panic, do I got to 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 Nix, Inspectah, my lecture
Is like Hannibal Lecter's, where's the ketchup?
Don't speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow, like mustard pack
Aoooo, Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rap game sown, but it's all wrong
I ride thru your hood in a Mr. Softy truck
And pull a mack out a box of snowcones
Yeah, all you little fucks, give me your fuckin money

[Break: Raekwon, (Ghostface Killah)]
*during the breaks Raekwon keeps saying:
"It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby"*
I wanna shout out, I wanna shout out all my niggas uptown
All my niggas that be hoppin that, BK, Queens (uh-huh)
(Can't forget Staten Island though)
Oh kin, that's the heart? (true indeed)
Jersey niggas (that's the backyard) Philly Gangster niggas
Niggas don't know alot stories came out of Philly, V.A.

[Method Man]
Aha, check it
I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playin wit a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pulled the fire alarm when Johnny storm
If you lukewarm, leavin your clothes and boots on
Pro's and con's, megabombs and so on
My Avidex'll dry MC's to get they roll on
First issue, got issues
What is hip hop to Hot Nikkel?
It's like Funk Doctor snot tissue, word
Look at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya earhole like "Fuck what you hard"
Now that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool
Mr. Fix It, like Handy Man, I pack tool
I been shit, I'm from the bowels of the city
And just because my outfit match, don't make me pretty
Baggy dungaries, did need room to breath
In a room full of crackers, I might cut the cheese
Ain't no rules to game, if there is, we ain't playin
In your business, like EPMD, so what ya sayin
You cosignin, that bullshit your man drivin, slug flyin

[Break: Raekwon (Inspectah Deck)]
Shout out (smokin blunts, gettin heists, pullin a heist)
Shows, white boys, everybody, everybody all invited
(We on the run from po-lice)
All my niggas that just been comin
(In the hall shootin dice)
Redbull, Redbull, we recognize

[Inspectah Deck]
Check the Kodak, pose for magazines into big screen
Four wheel machine like your wig scream "This fiend"
>>From the urban to suburban, roll up to me thirstin like
"Hey, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant"
We roll longer than dice in the casino
See low in the 4, 5 or 6 with double zero's
Behind the tinted windows, I lie low on some hydro
Tryin to slide from the 5-0
For now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty
Or third time felon just hit with over thirty
No worry style have 'em so thirsty
First degree heat, to quittin on me, cold turkey, no mercy
I bring the pain of a hundred migraine
For the thousands shoutin my name, that's why I came
But first bring the cash first, then the outburst
My surround sound pound ya ear like Jagor Curse
I flex muscle, outside I find a next hustle
Trouble with ya hearin, face the tech muscle
Even the best buckle in, take it thru the extreme
It get's ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get CREAM

[Outro: Raekwon]
Shake warehouse and shit
Feel me, The W, I like to look at my beats
Big museum and shit, laid out on some bomb, caution
Feel me? We recognize that (real recognize)
Pass that man, it's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby
He "It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby"