Redman - Zip Lock lyrics

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[Intro:]

I put it in a..

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Zip Lock

[Verse 1: Redman]

One thing bout weed, when you hit it you feel no pain

My drug dealer said it's that thing

Have you driving in both lanes

So I'm rolling that purple in a quarter sack

Getting dome in the Cadillac

That's why I got a hood rat

Type of hood rat to carry my strap

Hit the sheets or the streets, it don't matter

I'm still black dy-no-mite

Over the track like white on rice

Nigga, all right all right all right

I'm for real, though

Smell that sativa in the air

They want to hit my blunt

But I let em know that Reggie never shares

I'm for real, though

I'm smoking more than most these rappers

My A-team smoke grade A weed

Call it B.A. Baracus

Two hits and pass, obey the rules

And you might hit it again

When we go to the spot, you pull out a knot

And buy your own, my friend

Cause I'm rider, smoking sour

Keep a lotta baby powder

For them hoes that wanna get smacked by me — try it

But if you got that O.G., purple, silver, haze

Blueberry, cheese, New York diesel, nigga, I'mma buy it

And put it in a..

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Zip Lock

[Verse 2: Runt Dawg]

Nigga, this Runt Dawg

Whoever ain't feeling me could suck my balls

I'm in a big truck, middle finger up

Screaming, “Fuck all y'all”

Fuck your squad, fuck your broad, fuck your mixtape

Fuck your clique, fuck your hypeman, fuck your labelmates

Bitch, I'm certified gangster, sure you're right

Niggas got a lot of nerve, but fuck what y'all done heard

I put in a lot of work, so I got what I deserved

Y'all just a bunch of dick swallowers, followers

Rappers speak, y'all repeat like parakeets, mockingbirds

My heart colder than Denver in December

Mix cocaine and painkillers, inhaling paint thinner

Fuck a Bentley and a Benz, I don't eat lobster and shrimp

I shop at Family Dollar and eat at Mama Kim

Brick City salute me, killer absolutely

The stash in the dash of my hooptie

We keep it in a..

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Zip Lock