《Da Ill Out》是Redman演唱的歌曲，收錄於專輯《Muddy Waters》中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Da Ill Out
- 所屬專輯：Muddy Waters
- 歌曲原唱：Redman
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
Yo Reggie I'm out
T ree F Squad
Muddy Waters
Don't get it twisted n***a
Aiyyo everybody in this motherf**ker will get touched
F**k such and such I roll tight like handcuffs
Rock that a*s to sleep with discrete techniques
I beez that freak of the week like I made Knee Deep
Hold up Rotate around the solar badder than Cobra
I'm sauteein MC's with fried rice up in the wok
Without the MSG and chopped celery
See I made it my flavor situated
From the nickel plated mic that's hot to leave your brain inflated
Plus I'm thick like Quakers on papers
Bodacious MC's get turned to lower cases
Lettering and the medicine that I'm swallowin
Get you hollerin like Marvin Gaye when his father shot him
In the chest I roll with two stacks of Tecs
And mad n***as in sets that'll roll up in your rest
UHH Mister Fantastic's crafted off that 50 sack of a*s kick
When I'm blasted my mathematics get drastic
That you can't see with bifocals
Watchin MC's go up and down like stock brokers
I leave your brains on tilt with ill skills that's milk
That's rougher than jeans that Gloria Vanderbilt
I'm poppin mad s**t plus I can back it
Your man'll be like Yo get that dust off yo' jacket
It ain't a test or quiz that my Squad can win
Those who know the biz know we wreck kids get biz
You'll digest multiple stab wounds to the chest
Then I copycat kill the rest
With no method to my madness
Bless the apparatus with the baddest
Determined to be the last man standin on the planet
You'll get attached like a blood suckin' leech
When you fall into my rhythm of speech
Your ears get embraced with a touch of the bass
Head get wrapped up neck get thrown in a neck brace
Rough rhyme mechanical lyrical at it who
Will ironically chronically murder you and your crew
My directive through where I live is kinda primitive
See I get to the bottom of the problem and make s**t give
Step in the jam hooded and high plastered the master
Cast to the masses grabs the mic
Ten dollar rappers is what L O D goes after
Tweek Tweek
To my Squad there's no matches we bashes
Do photo flashes in all flavor S classes
Bomb attack on wax lyrical mini mac to your back
Tie you up throw you in the Ac'
A public figure who walks around with a jaded jigger
Cause I gives a f**k about another n***a word up
Muddy Waters yo this is the way that my intro should go
Drunk slow funk flow for Reggie Noble
F**k with me doe Mally G doe it's not logic
Playin that big s**t get broke down microscopic
Bring it back keep the track ringin with the bassline
It's major when you savor my flavor can you taste mine
Face the nine I lace your spine with short fat pace
Around and round avoidin the time to put it down
Now's the time here yeah
Clown where pick a spot
Neutral grounds or not we give a f**k lick a shot
Gangsta so called killin cap peelin
Playalistic I mean is all that s**t realistic
Play your cards God black keep your hand held tight
Night fall might call your life s**t is trife
On these evil streets after dark
N***as gettin sparked left and outlined in chalk
New day seriously this whole s**t's twisted
Is it man
It's me bombin on these n***as s**tlist and Mally G
Open your eyes to see recognize who be a G
Hopin to rise in thee industry with E
The villain's had it cause ahead
Word up yeah
Killin my psychosomatic pattern mad
Yeah
Y'all know uhh yeah Muddy Waters
We out for nine seven word up peace
