The Red (Remix)

When it gets like, what the fuck is this?

Damn, ****, this, what kind of luck is this?

Uh, Madlib and Dilla is the illest, my ****

Only haters holler, they can't feel us

**** wanna get looser than we

But just gonna be a loser to me and Dilla

Killer, talkin' 'bout how you peel caps

But ****, you softer than a pillow

Backslappin' your neck while your covered in rep

'Cause you're bluffin' and you ain't said nothin' to spec

**** always lost

Anyway, I'm straight high off the trees

Your girl don't wanna lie, she just wanna get on her knees

Turn it up, y'all **** must be outta your head

If your system ain't up to the red

Instant leeway, instant replay, instant relay

Instant MC, producer and DJ

I do this shit without a cell, beeper, or three way

Your coming off like a G, hey

Anyway, hey

Peace to AG

Peace to Pete Rock, Diamond D, peace to Seiji

Oh, shit, look over there

Yo, that **** wild like wild life fannibals, Hannibal, cannibals

Um, male bashers, womanizers, nymphos, **** in disguises

Hey, watch out, what else?

Fine women that like pretty women

Some ass women, some titty woman

Mostly shitty women

Y'all **** must be outta your head

If your system ain't up to the red

I know when y'all leave, y'all, y'all gonna smoke that weed

'Specially them **** that don't smoke nothing but the weed

They done passed that damn law

No, shit

So you can have a whole ounce of weed

That's right

I tried that shit

I smoked a joint last night

That shit improves your eye sight too

Don't it so?

Shit

On a clear day I can see them countin' their game

On the open field of the mountain

No shit

On a cloudy day, I can see 'em jumpin' in New York

I was so fucked up the other night, I dialed the operator and I said

"Hey, operator, give me head"

Long dick

And she said, "Well, drop a dime, ****, that's a local call"

Get ready

Let's go