What U Lookin' 4
    (专辑: Muddy Waters - 1996)
    
    [Redman]  It goes one for the 
mind and two for the 
money  Who dat wit skull tattooes and his nose runny  It's me, that funky MC, the 
Rrr-ah E 
 Indubitably, I'm Jersey down to Mitentry  Officer, you're hawkin the, ninety-three Landcruise  When it's real criminals, you should be watchin for  Get off my dick for what you don't got  Plus you probably never licked a 
shot on your block  Walkin to my car witcha nine out the 
holster  Put your hands on the 
steering wheel like ya sposed ta  I 
cooperate don't give the 
redneck no hassle  Because too many mistakes be happening to black folk   [Chorus]  I 
said what the 
fuck are you lookin 4?  Can't a 
young man make money anymore?  Hah hah, leave ya butt naked...  I 
said what the 
fuck are you lookin 4?  Can't a 
young man make money anymore?   [Redman]  Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the 
cop is riffin  Damn I 
knew I 
shoulda got that stash box built-in  But it's alright cause me and my niggaz roll tight  We all think alike, we jump out whoever packin pipe  Don't they know who's the 
freak from the 
East?  I 
get faded like Chong and Cheech without bleach  And started spittin game 'fore these cops start to reach  on these creeps, showin mentality from the 
streets  Even though we had a 
half a 
pound by the 
seats  My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat  Since one cop was white the 
otha was a 
brotha  I 
pulled out my tape and front page of the 
cover  of The 
Source, told him me and Janet's on tour  Broke it down to who's my boss and who I 
rap for  Plus them niggaz, EPMD  Put me D, now I'm runnin with the 
Green Eyed B 
 A-N-D-I-T, and Def Squad camp  Here's your Def Jam tickets and your autograph  Now haul ass, I 
got a 
meetin bout seven  Basically I'm saying bye bye like Guy   [Chorus]   [Redman]  My license, been suspended, for about five years  The 
system got my ass in the 
jam  Can't even ride to see my fam in Alabam'  I 
get petrified everytime I 
see the 
man throw the 
lights on (woop woop)  The 
mic's on so I 
stress it  Shit I'm haulin ass before I 
start undressin  Niggaz on they knees with they hands on the 
top of the 
 heads while the 
Feds crack jokes with the 
glock in ya  Don't get me wrong I 
know a 
lot of cool cops  That'd let me go if I 
had two glocks and oowops  But, I 
don't, so, I 
keeps it, real  The 
five hundred series with deep dish peels  Quick, my bitch, stash, two clips, between two her tits  before the 
cops fuck with the 
Rrr-ah  I'm a 
nigga of today a 
nigga of tomorrow, beyotch!   [Chorus]   To my people in Kentucky  rock rock on word is bond  Newark New Jersey  rock rock on word is bond  Atlanta Georgia  rock rock on word is bond  Connecticut  rock rock on word is bond  To my people up in Queens  rock rock on word is bond  Bri-donx in the 
house  rock rock on word is bond  Virginia's in this bitch  rock rock on word is bond  San Francisco  rock rock on word is bond   Yeah, bitch ass niggaz rock this!