Redman Won’t Be Fiendin’ Lyrics

This is WKYA

Funky [?] is on the mike right now

We taking all callers that been to the West coast

That smoked that West coast bomb out there

Call us up: 1-800-MONEY11 that’s 1-800-MONEY11

We are WKYA

When you need that bomb, holla, bud lava

Shit to lift you up, Impala, roll that Obama

Redman stick like commas

Did I smoke the club out?

Yeah, your honor

Three strikes, my lawyer won’t budge

Me doing time? I’m a cannabis judge

What up quick? When we flash the cannon

I clear static like rapping near antennas

Bananas, ape shit, bomb

Triggered the White House alarm

From inside the bracelet

Wordplay, it’s like Thursday

‘Cause Friday you get paid and your pockets thirsty

Chicks barefooted, they love to do

They know I can’t wait on them for new shoes

Unless they in two, erotic nuns

Brainiacs raising they college funds

[Hook:]

And the highs may come and go

But the weed gon’ stay around

As long as I keep a blunt (long as I keep a blunt)

Won’t be fiendin’ (be fiendin’)

WKAY nigga

And the bitches may come and go

But the weed gon’ stay around

As long as smoke that bomb (ay call us up!)

Won’t be fiendin’ (be fiendin’)

Yo, I’m Muhammad Ali with the mike

With a little Ike, Turner

Roll with Tina, my burner

International earner

Plug in anywhere I’m a

Worldwide converter

Massive to the masses

Take a class on longevity

I’ll play you the track list

Each song like a seminar

So you get your snap back

Like epsom vinegar

Trunk shit, to break your neck to

Redman to the rescue

My attitude, soul food, a little bipolar

Boy, I’m a test tube of Dr. Jekyll

That’s why niggas me’ll last

Strut through the hood

Where you need a pass

I’m doing 140 on the needle dash

And my car, hub, like the Martin cast, nigga

(And as long as I keep a blunt, won’t be fiendin’)

We taking all callers that been to the west coast

That smoked that West coast bomb

(And as long as I keep a blunt, won’t be fiendin’)

Yeah, call us up

WKYA

[Hook:]

And the bitches may come and go

But the weed gon’ stay around

As long as smoke that bomb (ay call us up!)

Won’t be fiendin’ (be fiendin’)

And the bitches may come and go

But the weed gon’ stay around

As long as smoke that bomb (ay call us up!)

Won’t be fiendin’ (be fiendin’)

It’s about 95 degrees right now on the West Coast, Pacific Time, you know how we do on that bomb. Shouts out to Compton, LA. Shouts out to all them niggas out there in Riverside, you know how we do. We going on that phone right now. If you’re riding with us on the Monday mornings too, then you tuned in to the right place nigga, yeah. Right now we smoking on that sour diesel, that OG. Got a little bit of that blue dream mixed up in there ‘cause I like a variety. Shouts out to the Bay Area, yes sir. I see you out there Oakland, San Fran, Paleo. Yeah, y’all motherfuckers smoking out there right now nigga. Denver, Colorado, y’all niggas is turned up! This is WKYA!