I Got a Seecret Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah-yeah, these metaphors be raw
Take the Shanks out of Shaw Redemption and hold it to your jaw
Climb aboard, jump out the ninety-ninth floor
That bitch on the salt box, know when I rain I pour
Shoot up the Mardi Gras with double chrome 44's
Full up plates, cause someone I'm ready to take yours
Jungle music got my mind and body stimulatin
Hyperventilatin, talk of the town like date raping
Call me the Doc-casian Spot, the Beatles
Malfunctioning, the SL Board without the EQ

[Hook]
Fuck-fuck-fuck-bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck-buck-buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch
In the black truck, what? Fuck your back up
My dutch be filled with dust when I bust you definitely feel the rapture

[Verse 2]
Ayo, feel what I feel, see what I see son, break your neck
Secretly blown, talico style Doc, trace the sketch
According to verbal recording hot
Bricks underground detox fuck up farm crops
Yo beautiful, cut the cabbage and sell it as pharmeceuticals
I react, the baddest juvenile bite off his cuticles
I'm stoned, to the bone, flip poems that roam further
I serve the murder then beef it to ham-burger
*Redman skats* I'm only kidding
Knowin goddamn well that's hard to spit, fans call me mix tape arsonist
Marvelous, in the hood, everyday, wanna star? Check an astrologist
[Hook]
Fuck-fuck-fuck bitch I'll bust a nut all over that gut
Buck-buck-buck souflee you lay you then I'm hittin that clutch

[Verse 3]
You know, papi chulo with the fucked up grammar
So much spanish ass, niggas think I own Copa Cabana
Shot up Santa, got more tunes than, Hanna Barbera, check it
The clues I left was hard for cops to Etch-a-Sketch it
Serial killer that tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (Klack)
I blow you by two miles, cut my lights and hit the hazards
Fatal, duckin from pussy police in LeSabre's
Biggest thing since getting earrings pierced in your navel
High, Funk Doc, Roni Size keep the herb twistin
And now get the Ampegs real hot like jerk chicken

[Outro]
Alright one more time

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The 24th and final track off Redman’s 4th album titled “Doc’s da Name 2000” The album went platinum and peaked at #11 on The Billboard 200.

This track was produced by Roni Size, aka Ryan Williams, a British record producer and DJ, who came to prominence in 1997 as the founder and leader of Reprazent, a drum and bass collective.

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Recorded At
Soundtrack Studios (New York City)
Release Date
December 8, 1998
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