Redman Tear It Up Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Back by popular demand

The nigga with the most weed

The nigga with the bars (real shit nigga)

Reggie Noble (Let’s go nigga)

I call my gun Jackie Brown, I’ll let the dog out

You’ll get found in the trunk, just like formount [?]

My happy levels at a low count (yeah)

I cut niggas in two, it’s like a movie how I pair ’em out

These fat women give me love, and they salary

Take they money, buy bud, and burn calories

I got a hashtag

I’m back for everybody washing they deacon face with the same wash rag

Light-skin back, I flash gamma

This old lady on crack flow, bitch pardon my bad grammar

I take a picture of my balls, with a fan’s camera

I stay on tilt like Santana bandana

I got that purp like Minnesota fans

Got sharp sixteens, I wrote ’em with Logan hands

I get it live, give me five

Go against me, you DiCaprio, you’ll barely survive

You want that hard shit? Call us

When I was born, I slept with my fists balled up nigga

And you can ask Mario, I’m on that extra

I keep the gas on me, you move like a Tesla

I walked in fucked up, I’ma leave fucked up

Ain’t no tellin’ how I move (yeah)

And if the crowd wanna see a nigga gassed up

Then bring that ass, baby this is what I do (what you do?)

I tear it up (I tear it up)

I tear it up (I tear it down)

I tear it up (I tear it up)

I tear it up (I tear it down)

I tear it up (I tear it up)

I tear it up (I tear it down)

I tear it up (I tear it up)

I tear it up (I tear it down)

Ayo

Niggas follow in my trail, you not ready

Women want it all in they mouth, it’s ‘ot, Nelly

I want that car Ice Cube had, Impala Chevy

Just so I can say “Turn yo punk ass over!”

Bottom of the 9th, I’m giant, Willie Hayes under pressure

When I’m done, you’ll get a blood diamond

That’s why I act so cocky in my interview

Even Shaquille ensured me I’m the General

Streets on fire, haters wanting Red to retire

But that’s an inside joke to an outsider

If I had a crippled arm, you couldn’t play me

I’ll run up in this bitch like, “Baby!”

Jersey boy, I’m cut from a different fabric

I could play Russian roulette with an automatic

And you can ask Mario, I’m on that extra

I keep the gas on me, you move like that Tesla

I tear it up (I tear it up)

I tear it up (I tear it down)

I tear it up (I tear it up)

I tear it up (I tear it down)

I tear it up (I tear it up)

I tear it up (I tear it down)

I tear it up (I tear it up)

I tear it up (I tear it down)