[Intro]
Booyaka shot
Cosmo (Give it to me)
Yeah (Give it to me)

[Verse 1]
Yo, I walk in high, my eyes all red
Like I went around with wine Manuel Marques
These chicken heads with me be on meds
And I'm hungover too, I woke up with a bald head
My mama said "Redman, boy, you a smoke addict"
I replied "Mama, better than a dope addict"
Rap, I'm dope at it
The first mile, like Rabbit, you gonna choke at it, the way I vocab it (Go on)
Split an L though, grab a bitch too
Drive around a gang area like shit's cool
Brag about your million views on YouTube
And tell hеr that n***a next to Jay-Z is you
'Cause I don't care who in thе gym tryna swell up
I go postal out of a UPS mail truck
Ring the bell, I'm like both of the derails
And my boy Nas can tell that I'm back like the esco

[Chorus]
Ayo, b-b-b-booyaka shot
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Get 'em)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot
Ayo, b-b-b-b-booyaka shot (Yeah)
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Let's go)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot
[Verse 2]
Yo, I roll the blunt with crush, theez, and cocaine
With acid, PCP, hash and propane
Now I'm a live wire tryna revive the Don
To do a last episode of Soul Train
I got LeBron James game, L.A.X
With a pen I'm untouchable, Eliot Ness
How heavy it gets? Well, if I go broke
I put on the mask without the Jim Carrey effects (Yeah)
That's why I walk like there's a lot of hair on my chest
And rappers give me room, like a Marriott guest
Then I bully the bullies around the playground
Helpin' the kids bring the suicide rate down (Let's go)
I talk with the best, hang with the less (That's right)
They all get the same address: fuck ya feelings! (Fuck you)
If you judgin' me by a music, color or race
You might find the banana clip very appealin'

[Chorus]
Ayo, b-b-b-booyaka shot
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Get 'em)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot
Ayo, b-b-b-b-booyaka shot (Yeah)
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Let's go)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot
[Verse 3]
Yo, Red back on the BS (On the BS)
It's feeling like the 70's in the BX
I'm Kool Herc of this era, and it gets better
I'm like the W, I do it whenever, whenever (Yeah)
I'm in the G ride bumpin' Dogg Pound
Weed louder than white kids having meltdowns
I told my psychiatrist I need help now
I go cold red for all the cases of the Mike Browns (That's right, n***a)
My mic sounds nice, don't it?
That's how it sounds when a seasoned n***a throwin' salt and pepper on it (Uh)
And let a rude fan try to have a heckle moment
He better be insured walkin' with that gecko on him
I'm devilish with a Holy Grail feel
Listenin' to me, you get a Holyfield ear
40. Cal in my homie wheelchair
So we don't need no prints when my homie Bell Air
They say I'm a little old to be doing rap
I said, that crap y'all doing? I ain't doing that
When the fans misguided, I rely on they medulla oblongata
Then I crack they piñata
Fuck boys never win, only G's up
I married the rap game without a prenup
I told a girl to get some edibles
She said, what's edibles?
I said, eat a bowl of these nuts
[Chorus]
Ayo, b-b-b-booyaka shot
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Get 'em)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot
Ayo, b-b-b-b-booyaka shot (Yeah)
My whole neighborhood like, booyaka shot (Let's go)
And when I'm in a jam, I booyaka shot
'Cause boy with the pen, I go booyaka shot