Intro:



Yo this blunt is for all the niggaz that was in the

holdin pen with me in central booking

Welcome to the system



[Ha ha ha haaaa! Yeahhh! Motherfuckers!

Coming to you live from Newark New Jersey]



[Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up]

Fucked up [all night] all night

[Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up]

Fucked up [all night] all night



[Yeah! Coming to you live, straight out of Jersey, motherfucker]



Verse One:



Rock on, rock on, yo here comes that Funkadelic

I come wtter than Purple Rain, I bust brains, the funk Doctor

Spock, got the glock, now I'm smokin out your sess spot

I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY

Who is that nigga that's comin six billion feet

I roll my funk and find tone even smoke up blues with 18th Street

I cut massively with sneaky styles like Dick Dastardly

Look at the letter-coated afro like my man Shaft would be

The new vroom, crisp like chicken and Chinese food

I'm just like The Whispers here to put you in the mood

[Jumpin Jersey] Yeah you heard me, got more family than the Partridge

Roll the red carpet for Red from here to corner markey

You're tryin me, I'm a menace of society, right

[Yo yo they killed your style] Yo yo, I ain't lettin shit ride

Droppin the verbs and nouns, antonyms and homonyms

Covering my dick, plus I'm diesel like all of them



Chorus: Repeat 2X



Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on [somebody, help

meeeeee!] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

[You gotta rock on] Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on

Rock rock on, you gotta rock rock on



Verse Two:



My momma used to tell me turn that shit the fuck off

So I had to play like Foxy and get off [get off]

My shit was thick I bought a clip then cocked my own grip at honeydips

Cause moms made enough loot just to pay the bills with, beeitch

Selling bags from uptowwwwn

Me and Lester put our money together now we got the block locked down

31 to local A-Train's, Hoboken

I took the back way, New Jersey transit cops were open

I'm hopin, that they don't go inside my boots

Cause we had everything, from jewelry to thai-one suits

And ClienTEL, I'm drinkin Ballentine L in hell

So Redman rock well before our record sell

Then my moms crib was jacked by the jealous

[And if ya ain't come back] Is what the base-head used to tell us

[Yo fellaz!] Our whole scheme sinkin like boats

Cause Les mixed biz with pleasure when we shoulda stuck to lactose

But every good thing comes to a end

With no ends, on the block, sellin weed again

My moms tried to make me go to school, I just didn't listen

Got locked up, now I'm all in the system, listen



Chorus



Verse Three:



Whassup! I tickle your putty-cars with my loonie raps

on groovy tracks, I make new jacks catch convulsions like groupie acts

From my city I spread it all like Jiffy

It's a mystery, my spliff be live like 145th be

I mold like clay, and roll dice just like Andrew

I stay strapped just like bamboo, my crewsa got mad handle

Whatever, the weather be, I got mental telepathy

So throw your bombest rapper and watch me intercept MC's

I keep my car underground just like the Lords

Even though I'm known, like all the four wheels on the course

So let me pull up to your bumper like Grace Jones

Cause my shit be WAY off the hook like pay phonesssahh! *dial tone