Whateva Man (Explicit) - Redman/Erick Sermon

Written by：Redman/Snoop Dogg/Erick Sermon/Dr. Dre/Colin Fitzroy Wolfe

Microphone check one two

Aiyyo you ready to get down man

Yo whateva man

You ready to get drunk as f**k

Whateva man

You you sayin' somethin'

Whateva man

Aiyyo whateva man

Check it kool V

I keeps it bangin'

Keep it swangin'

Mike type of sangin'

Ohh la la so what cha sayin'

Yo I'm smokin' herbals till it hurts you

I keep your daughter way out past her curfew

Hard far from commercial so what cha mean ni**a

We don't give a f**k when we smoked out

In the land that's doped out it's like that no doubt

From this bomb w**d I cock from the streets

Get you open like butt cheeks from girls who be freaks

Aiyyo can I be SWV you the one ni**a

Rap Shogun yes E the one

Yo I'm rollin' with a forty pack of niggaz

Get my w**d from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger

Yo give me dap ni**a hat I clap lyrically tap call back

Ferocious causin' comatoses to collapse

So chinky eyed I see people wavin' on a map

I make it hotter than your thermostats

Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me

Funk Doctor verbal star burst lyrical expert

Your boom box better form a union

'Cause I leave your circus overworked word bond

Niggaz front like they want it

But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted

D**n ni**a you cool at what you spittin'

So why you holdin' the blunt so long politickin'

Huh I ace them blunts with the technician

Of electrician I don't got a pot to piss in

But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin

I keep it live no jive rollin' Dutches

That's Masters like the Furious Five

I keep your crew chinky eyed for b**ches actin' dog

Can you hit it from the back

Why not while we toke on this

Bomb bomb the boundary

Yeah bomb bomb the boundary

Yeah bomb bomb the boundary

Yeah bomb bomb the boundary

Yo you ready to roll this w**d up

Whateva man

You ready to knock this ni**a out

Whateva man

Yo you ready to get this chedda

Whateva man

You ready to start this sh*t off

Whateva man

I smoked with a lot of college students

Most of em wasn't graduatin' and they knew it

You know the w**d slang

Yeah boy I speak it fluent

I light your college dorm with my entourage from Nework

Bigger they come harder they fall

That goes for knuckleheads MC's p**sy walls and all

I lit my first L before I started to crawl

I got my a** whupped when I had my first brawl

But things changed since I was twelve years old

I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes

Now PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha

Smoke bud witcha later on stick a slugin' ya

Everything that's like green ain't the bomb b**ch

I got different forms

To make you lose your calm b**ch

Read my lips you ain't hittin' unless you got

Ten on it get on it

Or get the f**k out my cypher

You ready to roll this w**d up

Whateva man

You ready to rob this ni**a

Whateva man

You ready to f**k b**ch

Whateva man

You ready to guzzle this liquor

Whateva man

Whateva man

Whateva man

Whateva man

Whateva man