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Doc's Da Name 2000, Redman
Doc's Da Name 2000
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Release date:

1998

 
Duration: 69:44  
Size, Mb: 96,06  
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192

 
Price for album: 1.92 (discount 20%)  

 
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1
Welcome 2 Da Bricks Lyrics 01:56 192 2,66 0.10
2
Let Da Monkey Out Lyrics
What you know about it? (4X)
A-what you know about it?

Yo.. get it right from jump
Doc tapin on debate for months
I got zits on your face that can't wait to bump
Boogie Down to the point I barricade the Bronx
Papi spins the rhymes through your opti-lens, check it
It's five below, my brain is cold
Runny nose evey time Doc exchange a blow
My street team snipe the block up like Rob Lowe
Bodega liquor store, I'm dead in the window
PPP symbol got FBI on lookout
Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
I woof out, son you better buckle in
I write the madness, got ink foamin at the pen
I tear a ligament when I spit it in the wind
I got so much game I can Con Edison
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone put a sock in your mouth, let da monkey out

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)
Y'all motherfuckers ain't ready

Is Redman in the house? (One time)
Form a line, jack ya, then pawn the shine
Stay there, runnin with more kids than daycare
One shot prove it ain't nuttin but weight here
When he lands flat I'm the minivan
with Lil' Cease, runnin cities like Geechie Dan
When Richie Cunningham was O.P. I was low-key
Airing niggaz that was more square than my gold teeth
My appetite for destruction is to hustle
All the cottonmouth'll turnbuckle when I rustle
Mr. Tough Guy on the side, I fuck him up too
Slam him, when I bark I marked his Buchanan

Yo, New York niggaz in the house?
Yo yo yo.. is Jersey niggaz in the house?
Yo yo, I hold fort with a quart of Olde E from Newark
I tell lies under oath if it please the court
Supreme force, in the swamps with the green moss
Bug repellant suit, bustin machines off
I'm deadly roamin with the forty-four blazin in
No negotiator, yo not even Chris Sabien
can save your life -- Doc'll creep in the house
Yo cut the phones, put a sock in your mouth
Let da monkey out

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out..

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)

Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out.. yo

Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo (2X)

Yo, haha, 199motherfuckin9 niggaz
Brick City comin thru
If you don't know this is Dr. Trevis
Ain't shit changed motherfucker
Pack your own heat, supply your own motherfuckin ammo nigga
PPP comin thru, this is Dr. Trevis
Bitch asses
03:14 192 4,44 0.10
3
I'll Bee Dat! Lyrics 04:31 192 6,21 0.10
4
Get It Live Lyrics
Yo, if this pussy nigga can't get it live
Get him the FUCK out and let Doc take the job
I guarantee hardcore funk for three months
Warranty within that three months is like pre-nups:
I take half, of everybody's sales, I don't give a fuck
You're rap, R&B or, folk or country
You could do a duet LP with Billy Dee
I'm the Doc pure water lettin Bay-watch the slaughter
I jump off stage and kick him in the fade
I'm lifted like my back carry helicopter blades
Fuck a police raid, this a bumrush
You'll agree like Siskel and Ebert with your thumbs up
Like Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then

Hah yo, I see y'all niggaz tryin to win, dyin to sin
Liquidate my formats then apply it to skin
I put work in, my label should be buyin a Benz
cause with the chrome I'm swift like the hand on Sharon Stone
C'mon, it's about the scrilla
Metronomes put holes in bitches silicones then they peel em
I hang with ghetto hoes that, thumbtack they ceiling
Cause when it's time to throw joints, they the ones illin
I'm way above 90 plus tax, kleptomaniac
Take the change out your blue mousetrap
Lo-Jacks is no match to locate, what I demonstrate
You need two Dr. Dre's to Phone Tap, me
Capi-tal D.O., yo
I keep a dirty piss when I see P.O., yo
My phone number's 9-9-FUCK-YOU
My crew swing like Bruce Lee num-chuks do, up to
no good, to make myself clear
Any girl ask for drinks is the biggest chicken in here
Like Run say, "This is the wayyyyyyyy!"
Def Squad lock it like that channel on Superbowl Sunday
Y'all niggaz ain't ready, for Reggie
I B. Steady, to rob that bank in Philly
Break Cool C out then ask her (?) what the deally?
Pass them the AK so we can get busy!
I'm at 112 with Jacque with my neck up
This chicken scopin, "Who the fuck parkin that Lincoln?"
It's D-O-C, Def Squad crew
I'm ready to fuck baby, how about you?
Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then

Yo yo, yo, yo, yo, y-yo, you ain't fresh
Still crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
Spit a rhyme to make your neck disconnect your chest
This Gilette style be Acura and XX, well it's
Doc, blow your wife MX
At the hotel Niko, spankin that Coleco
I get you hot if you're, lookin through the peephole
Niggaz start duckin out, like I work for repo'
Fo'-fo' italian chrome, bitches yellin, "Champagne!"
I stick the whole Mo' bottle up inside a hoe
Just cause I can flow, I'm not a sucker
I just love to fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya
Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah, Doc is that nigga that'll blaze the skunk
Give me five, feel my vibe on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then

Yo yo, I said Doc is that nigga that'll freak the funk
Yeah I blow my fuckin weed if you're out of skunk
Feel my vibe, give me five on the backhand side
Well alright then, well alright then
Well alright then, well alright then
Yeah
03:15 192 4,46 0.10
5
Who Took Da Satellite Van (Skit) Lyrics 00:46 192 1,06 0.10
6
Jersey Yo! Lyrics
Yo yo yo
Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
Ha ha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?"
Ha ha, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz in The Bricks get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz out in Brooklyn get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz all Uptown get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz out in Queens get smoked a lot

Yo, yo yo
I smoke your buddha to the last drop like I was Maxwell
If blunts came in degrees, call me a blackbelt
I'm worldwide chinky, ? dog with chrome inkies
Chicken ridin shottie and she boost ALL her dickie
This is your brain, this is my tape on drugs
If your lame ass can't feel it, then your cord unplugged
PPP smoked your weed, ain't nobody around
You just got clowned for a whole half a pound, check it out, now
I do a lot of stupid shit when I be smokin
One time I left my truck runnin in Brooklyn WIDE OPEN
I forget who I call, ask for Nia (R - "Hello, can I talk to Nia?")
and it's Tonya (G - "NIA?!", R - "Oh shit!")
Click over (R - "Whassup bitch?".. "Oh, hi momma!")
Yo, when I'm on stage rhymin I forget what state that I'm in
The bitches numbers I lost, my Baby Momma find em
I played the lottery, forty million that day
I probably won the motherfucker but I forgot that I played!

Yo yo yo
Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
Ha ha, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?"
Hah, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz up in Cali get smoked a lot
All them niggaz in Atlanta get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Virginia get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Rhode Island get smoked a lot

Aiyyo-yo, yo
When I get high I start throwin water in the crowd
Battle MC's off the top, slaughterin a child
Detroit call it Ganz, Miami call it Krip
No matter what you call it, it be peelin back my shit!
Aiyyo Cali niggaz got Bomb -- that same Bomb
made me forget my momma's birthday and it's tattoed on my arm
I misplace my Lex keys everytime I be zee'd up
I was caught puttin Christmas trees up, and it was Easter!
Do y'all motherfuckers feel high tonight?
Knowin y'all niggaz shouldn't drive tonight?
Yo, however the plan go, close the Caravan do'
So we can all dye and get high off of secondhand smoke
Brick City got the Pep, empty out your Black N' Milds
Smokin the L with Doc earn Frequent Flyin Miles
I flew around the planet with my weed tucked in
I need to go to E.O. rehab, and sign my stankin ass in!

Yo yo YO!
Once upon a time up in Jersey, Yo!
Ah-hah, I damn near had to wreck a hoe
Yo, I knocked on her do', "Who is it?"
Yo, it's Funk Doc here to pay a little visit to ya
I heard them niggaz in The Bronx get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz up in Yonkers get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Chi-Town get smoked a lot
I heard them niggaz in Detroit get smoked a lot
Lot, lot, lot, lot
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo.. motherfucker
Don't fuck around in The Bricks motherfucker
Rats'll whoop your ass over there motherfucker
Nigga got so much Backyard Boogie over there
the seeds'll kill you motherfucker, yeah!
Chickenheads'll rob you over there motherfucker
Sucker ass motherfucker
Get the fuck on out of here
Yo light that shit here!

(We gon' take you out, on W Fuck All Y'all radio)
03:17 192 4,53 0.10
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Cloze Ya Doors Feat. Double O, Tame, Diezzel Don, Roz, Gov-Mattic, Young Z Lyrics 03:59 192 5,47 0.10
8
I Don't Kare Lyrics 03:21 192 4,58 0.10
9
Boodah Break Lyrics
Yo.. YO! YO!!!!!!!!!!
Hah
If you got your motherfuckin lighters
Light em up, light em up, light em up, light em up
"D that's me!" -> Run-D.M.C.
We gonna take this time out, to smoke a blunt
Ha hah, all your buddha smokers, roll it up
"D that's me!" -> Run-D.M.C.
Roll it up

[sample from Public Enemy of Chuck D]
If y'all really like to rock the funky beats
Somebody in the house say 'Hell yeah'.. "HELL YEAH!"
Yo, I like that from the people up top
Check this out

[Redman]
Yo, check the newsflash
Grab the mic, buck until my neck gets whiplash
My Lethal Weapon tongue need a gun permit badge
Mastermind any flow that can shine
Doc walk the blocks like either yo' ass or mine
Jersey style for dead presidents I'll whoop your ass
with one leg, Kirby style, for thirty miles
Shut the Fawcett to Farah
Drain the Panama Canal up, that'll run like mascara
I pour the Dom like friends at Don Pooh party
Before Mr. T my jewels was too gaudy
My foul mouth turn a New York crowd out
Reach out and touch and use nine to dial out
So Brick City are ya ready, ready
So D.C. are ya ready...
Yo cheers to the undaground, Doc's Da Name
Rap is like the NBA, I love this game

Yo yo, to all my niggaz and bitches
across the ghetto United States
If you high as hell ridin in your car
Honk your horns, and light it up
Light it up, light it up yo, light it up
Ha hah, signin off truly yours
Funk Doctor Spock, rocks da world motherfuckers!
01:50 192 2,54 0.10
10
Million Chicken March (2 Hot 4 TV) (Skit) Lyrics 01:22 192 1,86 0.10
11
Keep On '99 Lyrics 04:30 192 6,20 0.10
12
Well All Rite Cha Feat. Method Man Lyrics 04:15 192 5,83 0.10
13
Pain In Da Ass Stewardess (Skit) Lyrics 02:06 192 2,87 0.10
14
Da Goodness Feat. Busta Rhymes Lyrics 04:09 192 5,69 0.10
15
My Zone! Feat. Markie, Shooga Bear Lyrics 02:37 192 3,59 0.10
16
Da Da DaHHH Feat. Dametria Wertz, Frank Noble, Whitney Littles, Britney Bookhart, Tiffany Bookhart & Lyrics 03:59 192 5,46 0.10
17
G.P.N. (Skit) Lyrics 02:08 192 2,91 0.10
18
Down South Funk Feat. Erick Sermon, Keith Murray Lyrics 03:39 192 5,03 0.10
19
D.O.G.S. Lyrics
Ha ha ha
Tokin on my indo..
Smokin on a indo..
Lookin through your window.. (chi-chi, blaow!)
Doin what I win doe, ha ha, ha.. it goes
Who that tokin on my indo? Pow!

Fragile niggaz get mashed out
(Who dat?) The Funk D-O-C Spock hash mouth rhymer
The Prime Timer, sharper than barber shop liners
Look at my chin - ninety degree bent
When I spit I make devils come out East St. Loren (gin!)
I spend so much money on chalk and the indo
my weed supplier need to build a drive through window
My form of art rock, jewels with Clarks
When my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the NARCs
Freak pattern after pattern to leave Angeles Los
The roughest rapper a DJ needle came across
Knock it in your Hummer; if it's too hot dial 9-1-1
Hook off on you like _I Know What You Did Last Summer_
Your dog is my dog, we dogs when it's thug time
When the fuckin hoes keep that drow in your bloodline

Yo, I send this to all my DOG
To my real niggaz that are true DOG
Niggaz who will bust guns for they DOG
Niggaz who will spit ones for they DOG
Niggaz who be rollin deep with they DOG
Niggaz who blaze blunts with they DOG
Niggaz who would do time for they DOG
Niggaz who would diss a bitch for they DOG

Yo I'm a dog
I piss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls
Grab the intercom and yell, "Fuck you!" in the mall
I drop it with the holocaust force, I got balls
I get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than y'alls
I went to college, rockin tie one below outfits
Dropped out, but stuck my friends for college deposits
Nigga, get a country nigga gun bustin
Like they saw Tupac with two glocks still thuggin
Fuckin with a dog like me, I call your name out
while you pussy niggaz Call ID, when I blaze
You step life your wifee got a baby on the way
The way I flex son you think I'm made out of clay
I'm illin, my lyrics on the blocks make the killings
I string your moms out until diapers take to chillin
I don't like to toot my own horn but I'm the shit
And if you hearin me I see you paid that twelve cent

So peace to homey $hort DOG
Peace to that funky nigga Snoop DOG
Peace to that old nigga Dirt DOG
Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead DOG

...

You can call a female a dog too (true)
You can feed they stinkin ass u-canu-bu, DOG
They fuck your enemies and bring the beef to you
You got me, I left a couple in your Fubu
A real raw dog never get jealous
They keep they shit cocked if niggaz try to dead em
So ask 'Face, keep your mind on your money
I keep the stinkin ass hoes doin laundry DOG

Cause I'm a dog
03:50 192 5,26 0.10
20
Beet Drop Lyrics
* contains an interpolation of Beastie Boys' "It's the New Style" *

Let me clear my throat!
Kick it over here Baby Pop!
And all the fly skimmers..
Feel the Beet.. mmmm drrrrrrrrop!

Coolin up in Jersey on a hot summer's day
It's me and Erick Sermon and, Keith Mur-ray
A lot of beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of CURSIN
Forty-five automatic on my person
Yo, got my hand in my pocket and my finger on the trigger
My Squad is gettin BIG, and my Squad is gettin BIGGER
Some niggaz got style, some niggaz got TASTE
Def Squad got the shit'll bash you in your FACE
Tote my gun with my nigga, tote my nigga with my gun
Hit a bitch doggie style, so wild, til she come
Well I'm the king of the ave., and I'm the king of the block
Don't like what I'm pumpin? You can suck my cock!

Well I'm Funk Doc I got all the fly juice
Stankin with my niggaz on the block one-deuce
Walkin down the block with the fresh fly threads
Reggie Noble got the biggest head

Oahhhahh, hoahhahh, hoahhhah, hoee!!!
Brick City nigga!
01:12 192 1,65 0.10
21
We Got Da Satellite Van (Skit) Lyrics 00:56 192 1,30 0.10
22
Brick City Mashin'! Lyrics 03:10 192 4,37 0.10
23
Soopaman Lova IV Feat. Dave Hollister Lyrics 02:23 192 3,29 0.10
24
I Got A Seecret Lyrics 03:30 192 4,80 0.10