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Aye Video (MV)




Performed By: Redman
Language: English
Length: 2:42
Written by: Reginald Noble
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Redman - Aye Lyrics
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This is DJ Say What
Kicking your ass on WKYA Gila House radio
Yeah niggas, I'm back
And the weather outside is hot as a motherf*cker
But we cold chilling in the Brick City
So kick back, light your blunts
Put your hands on a big fat greasy ass, and turn the music up
As we take your ass on the ride on WKYA

Yo, I'm on the New Jersey transit picking up weed at 18
Thinking big how to hit the rap scene
Uh, besides weed I was dedicated to music
It needed a cure and I had the vaccine
Uh, look at me now, ma, I made it without phallus
I used the pin as the firearm
Now the world recognize Brick City on my back
Look my spine got a metal rod (woo)
Carrying weight like Barry Seale when I talk (yeah)
This food for thought, no need to add in the sauce
Where I come from boy, nothing to digest
Mentally, I'm a straight rebel like INS (what up)
MC with a blue collar bill, but when it come to bud, I blew by the mill (yeah)
I ain't rich nigga but I got respect and if you
Think you know the hook, don't get cocky yet

We go, ayy
We moving like, ayy
They looking like, ayy
They want it like, ayy
We do it like, ayy
And if you in your car, blow your horn like
If you on your grind, girl, let me hear you go, ayy
We moving like ayy (let's go)
They looking like, ayy
They want it like, ayy
We do it like, ayy
And if you in your car blow your horn like
If you on your grind nigga, let me hear you go, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I wake up and thank God for another one
That mean more cannabis in a brother lung
That means more drop tops to drop more time with my kids
So in the gym, boy, I double-up (Yes sir)
Huh, my dreams I'm living in
I developed a militant discipline (Let's go, nigga)
Now the niggas around me, they learned how to eat
F*cking with my food, bro, we gon' take it to the streets like

Ayy
We moving like, ayy
They looking like, ayy
They want it like, ayy
We do it like, ayy
And if you in your car, blow your horn like
If you on your grind, girl, let me hear you go, ayy
We moving like, ayy (let's go)
They looking like, ayy
They want it like, ayy
We do it like, ayy
And if you in your car blow your horn like
If you on your grind nigga, let me hear you go, ayy
Let me hear you go
Let me hear you go, ayy
Let me hear you go (I know you still vibing with me)
Let me hear you go (whoo)

You tuned in to WKYA Radio
Turn me up some
WKYA, the station that brings you Soul Music
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English

This is DJ Say What
Kicking your ass on WKYA Gila House radio
Yeah niggas, I'm back
And the weather outside is hot as a motherf*cker
But we cold chilling in the Brick City
So kick back, light your blunts
Put your hands on a big fat greasy ass, and turn the music up
As we take your ass on the ride on WKYA

Yo, I'm on the New Jersey transit picking up weed at 18
Thinking big how to hit the rap scene
Uh, besides weed I was dedicated to music
It needed a cure and I had the vaccine
Uh, look at me now, ma, I made it without phallus
I used the pin as the firearm
Now the world recognize Brick City on my back
Look my spine got a metal rod (woo)
Carrying weight like Barry Seale when I talk (yeah)
This food for thought, no need to add in the sauce
Where I come from boy, nothing to digest
Mentally, I'm a straight rebel like INS (what up)
MC with a blue collar bill, but when it come to bud, I blew by the mill (yeah)
I ain't rich nigga but I got respect and if you
Think you know the hook, don't get cocky yet

We go, ayy
We moving like, ayy
They looking like, ayy
They want it like, ayy
We do it like, ayy
And if you in your car, blow your horn like
If you on your grind, girl, let me hear you go, ayy
We moving like ayy (let's go)
They looking like, ayy
They want it like, ayy
We do it like, ayy
And if you in your car blow your horn like
If you on your grind nigga, let me hear you go, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I wake up and thank God for another one
That mean more cannabis in a brother lung
That means more drop tops to drop more time with my kids
So in the gym, boy, I double-up (Yes sir)
Huh, my dreams I'm living in
I developed a militant discipline (Let's go, nigga)
Now the niggas around me, they learned how to eat
F*cking with my food, bro, we gon' take it to the streets like

Ayy
We moving like, ayy
They looking like, ayy
They want it like, ayy
We do it like, ayy
And if you in your car, blow your horn like
If you on your grind, girl, let me hear you go, ayy
We moving like, ayy (let's go)
They looking like, ayy
They want it like, ayy
We do it like, ayy
And if you in your car blow your horn like
If you on your grind nigga, let me hear you go, ayy
Let me hear you go
Let me hear you go, ayy
Let me hear you go (I know you still vibing with me)
Let me hear you go (whoo)

You tuned in to WKYA Radio
Turn me up some
WKYA, the station that brings you Soul Music
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Writer: Reginald Noble
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE

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