Redbull lyrics

[Verse 1: Redman]
RZA came and got me, this what I came to do..!
I'ma ring the bell, so it's time to eat
Brick Dog stash weed in the AMI-seats
Bomb inside the palm
Doc rock a wife-beater, with me beatin' my wife ass ironed on
The front, my pump built like the Klumps
To carry it, I take the spare out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days
That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise
"Blast!" Don't panic
Do I gotta 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 Nick, Inspectah
My lecture's like Hannibal Lector's
Where's the ketchup?
Don't speak on it, shut ya trap
I see ya whole crew yellow like mustard packs
Ah-woooo! Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rap game sewn?
But it's sewn wrong
I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck
Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones
"Yeah, yeah... ya little f*cks!
Gimme ya f*ckin' money!"
[*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*]
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Uh-huh, check it...
I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playing with a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pull the fire alarm when Johnny storm
If ya lukewarm, leavin' ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, mega-bomb's and so-on's
For Arrid Extra-Dry MC's to get their roll on
First issue, got issues
What is hip-hop to Hot Nickles?
It's like Funk Doc to snot tissues – word
Look at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya earhole like: "f*ck what you heard!"
Now that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool
Mr. Fix-It like Handyman, I pack tool
I been sh*tty, I'm from the bowels of the city (New York!)
And just because my outfit match, don't make me pretty
Baggy dungarees, di*k need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers, I might cut the cheese
Ain't no rules to the game, if it is? We ain't playin
In your business like EPMD, "So What Cha Sayin'"
You co-signin that bullsh*t yo man tryin?
Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!!
Slugs flyin'...
[*Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck*]
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
Yo, yao...
Check, the Kodak pose, from magazines to the big screen
Fo' wheel machines make ya wiz scream, kids fiend!
From the urban to suburban
Roll upon me thirstin', like: "Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant"
We roll longer than dice in a casino
Cee-lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double zero
Behind the tinted windows, I lie low
On some hydro, tryin' to slide from the 5-0
But now, get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty
A third time felon, just hit with over 30
Noteworthy style have em 'so thirsty
First degree heats are quittin' on me
Cold turkey, no mercy
I bring the pain of a hundred migraines
For a thousand shoutin' my name, that's why I came
But first bring the cash purse, then the outburst
My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse
I flex muscle, outside I find a next hustle
Trouble with ya hearin'? Face the TEC-muscle
Even the best buckle when I take it to the extreme
It gets ugly, but it's what a n*gga do to get C.R.E.A.M
This life!
[*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*]
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby
It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby