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Charizma & Peanut Butter Wolf - Red Light, Green Light
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charizma
Charizma
Performer
Peanut Butter Wolf
Peanut Butter Wolf
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Edward Hicks Jr.
Charles Edward Hicks Jr.
Songwriter
Christopher G. Manak
Christopher G. Manak
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peanut Butter Wolf
Peanut Butter Wolf
Producer

Lyrics

(What is a MC if he can't rap)
(What is a MC if he can't rap)
(What is a MC if he can't rap)
(1-2-3)
Green light
Tic, tac, toe, yo
Ah, here we go
Red means stop and green light means go
Common sense dropped
'Cause I truly love the hip hop
I even like to beatbox
In the mornin' I'm usually yawnin'
Then I'm kickin' crazy rhymes until the break of dawn and
'Cause I know and you know a gun goes bo'
But you didn't know I'm funky like a project ho
Ah yeah to the honeys
Slide the number
'Cause when it comes to skins
I lay my pipe like a plumber
So watch out
'Cause I'm the type of crazy man
First I slam, bringin' the
Red light
(What is a MC if he can't rap)
(What is a MC if he can't rap)
(What is a MC if he can't)
Green light
Came to catch wreck like a hit and run
Run, son
Stay off my diz-nick
I pack rhymes like guns
Music with rhymes
You know I give the scoop
So calm down troop
I kick rhymes like Timberland boots
With no person who stole a crazy verse and
Bo', bo', bo' flash a rhyme with no rehearsin'
With the East Coast stylie
Live in the West buck wily
Drinkin' apple juice with the
Red light
(What is a MC if he can't rap)
(What is a MC if)
Green light
Hold this moment, yes
All this stuff is really fresh
Attention to center stage
I flip on none page
Props grow like the afros on the Bar-Kays
Start my own words
Make it original
Satiable, yeah, always willin' to get lyrical
So end ya stalkin'
That's just Charizma's talkin'
I don't play football
So yo, stop chalkin'
Unless you're a skin with good, good looks
That's overdue like a library book
Mariah may sing
Dag-a diggy dope, dope
'Cause I can't hit the high note
For that matter, I get into my pen
Have a bubble bath
And then let the dopeness begin
So bump, bump the loop in your mob car
No we don't roll Jeeps
We roll the mob
'Cause on the West side of the street
And let your cat feel heat
Red light
(What is a MC if he can't rap)
(What is a MC if he can't rap)
(What is a MC if he can't rap)
(What is a MC if)
Green light
Back on the track, yo
I'm hungry for the groove
Twice in this move
I'm in the house like a boob tube
Turn it on, dance y'all
Not quite five thou-sand
First I gotta give my brothers pounds and
Blows, don't you know
You see, I grow like Jack the Beanstalk
Take my honey to the park and swing after dark
So follow me now because I didn't come to talk sh*
Neither full of sh*
I came to rip sh* and wreck sh*
I'm a crazy man that rocks the dope jams
I start to slam like Captain Caveman
12 months of the year I'm just flashin'
On the pedal mashin', ready to bash in
This microphone, so welcome home
Tell, show, show and tell, this is what I've shown
Red light
(What is a MC if he can't rap)
(What is a MC if he can't rap)
(What is a MC if he can't)
Red light
Written by: Charles Edward Hicks Jr., Christopher G. Manak
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