Whateva Man

[Production by Erick Sermon] [Intro: E Dub] Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it) Ayo, you ready to get down man? (Yo, whateva man) You ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whateva man) You, you sayin somethin? (Whateva man) Ayo (Whateva man) (I can feel it) Check it, Kool V (I keeps it bangin, keep it swangin, Mike type of sangin) Ooh la la la (So what ya sayin) [Verse 1: Redman & Erick Sermon] Yo, I'm smokin herbals 'til it hurts you I keep your daughter way out past her curfew, hard far from commercial (So what cha mean nigga) We don't give a fuck when we smoked out In the land that's doped out (it's like that?) no doubt From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks Ayo, can I be SWV? You the One nigga Rap Shogun, yes E the one Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggas Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger, yo give me dap nigga What I clap lyrically tap call back Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map I make it hotter than your thermostats Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert Your boombox better form a union Cause I leave your circuits overworked, word bond Niggas front like they want it But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches That's Masters like the Furious Five I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog (Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this [Hook] (I can feel it) (I can feel it) (I can feel it) Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whateva man) You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whateva man) Yo, you ready to get this chedda? (Whateva man) You ready to start this shit off? (Whateva man) (I can feel it) [Verse 2: Redman] I smoked with a lot of college, students Most of 'em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark Bigger they come, harder they fall That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all I lit my first L before I started to crawl I got my ass whupped when I had my first brawl But things changed since I was twelve years old I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes Now, PPP the kinda niggas that'll bug with ya Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a sluginya Everything that's light green ain't the bomb bitch I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher [Hook] (I can feel it) You ready to roll this weed up? (Whateva man) You ready to rob this nigga? (Whateva man) (I can feel it) You ready to fuck bitch? (Whateva man) You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whateva man) (I can feel it)