Bars Songtext / Lyric

REDMAN



(All you emcees must get dissed

Cause only real niggas gonna bump my shit)

I don't give a fuck nigga, you already know what it is

(All you emcees must get dissed

Cause only real...)

Check it out, yo






Like OJ let me take a stab at it

Inhale like asthmatics

The chiropractor Redman, I'm back at it

My sawed off by the bed, it's a craft-matic

The size of a Subway sandwich, ask Jared

Big foot givin' input

Every rhyme like Lisa Ray homie, fuck with it it's a good luck

I'm a lieutenant, the new school respect Red Menance

My society raised a winner

I set any bitch straight to restore order

Lift my pimp hand up like "Why I oughta"

I don't tolerate the nonsense

I tell my bitch be easy like you straight outta Compton

South by Southwest out in Austin

Def Jam raised their eyebrow, we independent now

You should've took care of the cash cow

Moooove out my way bitch, Captain Courageous

Fuck you and your iPod if I ain't in your playlist

Bravehearted, I'm Nas in '94

You could say I'm your favorite rapper's favorite

I'm like Penny on the floor wasted

Pump your brakes, divorce me if you can't relate

I get brain when I text, I'm typin' LOL

Chick on her knees like SMH

Get it? Too slow, listen faster cause my time's a factor

You freestylin' dnd I ain't asked ya

Weak link niggas, Red'll think bigger

This flow hit your chick, she cry me a river

And you Simba lyin' like you carrying around the iron

Like I'm a supervisor and I'm firin'



(All you emcees must get dissed

Cause only real niggas gonna bump my shit)

Bars, okay nigga

Bars, I got 'em homie

Bars, all day nigga

Bars, you can count on me

I'm like a cat for my life, I got nine of me

You think this song done, I got another round on me

Bars, okay nigga

Bars, I got 'em homie

Bars, all day nigga

Bars, wait a minute

(All you emcees must get dissed

Cause only real niggas gonna bump my shit)

Check it out, yo



Yo, I'm a 90s nigga so of course I think my era the best

Untouchable, fucker we Eliot Ness

Mitchell-N-Ness it's all Jersey

Hoes send my while DMs, I feel I'm related to X

I don't be up in the trap tryna write raps

Just to say I'm in the trap and made it off rap

As the world turns, I let my L burn

And watch you little fish swim up in my well urn

Even gay bitches love me like the L word

And bitch niggas get a clip from a spell bird

I mean the Mossberg

The same thing, my weed got a case of gangrene when it's angry

I act like Scarface up in your project hallway

Make sure you're all covered by AllState

Me and them beats in your ear like Andre

And what I think of y'all motherfuckers, strange

Fuck y'all, I'm addicted like a menthal

I was born from the days of "yes, yes y'all"

My boy carrying a tech, rep call

So take your bitch ass home, [?]

I don't talk a lot, I just rap a lot

On this verse, I got tips from a astronaut

Check the forensics, we in this

I'll end this with Red is the best in the motherfuckin' busines