Letra da Música The Red de Jaylib

(yo man you here dat you here dat shit man)
Ya nigga's like 'what the fuck is this? (shit)
Dang, look at this, what kinda luck is this?
*spit*
Madlib and dilla's the illest my nigga
Only haters holla, they can't feel us

Nigga's wanna get looser then we
(looser than we?)
But just gon' be a loser to me and dilla

Ah!
Killa, talkin' bout how ya peel cops
But nigga ya softer then a pillow
Back slapin' ya neck
While you covered in rep
Cos ya bluffin' and ya aint said nothin' to spec
Nigga's always lyin'
(pass the weed)

Anyway i'm straight high off the trees
Ya girl don't wanna lie
She jus' wanna get on her knees
Turn it up, y'all nigga's must be outta ya head
If ya system ain't up to the red

Instant leeway
Instant replay
Instant relay
Instant mc producing djs
I do this shit without a cell beeper or three-way
Your coming off like like a g-ay?

(anyway, ay)
Peace to a. g
Peace to pete rock, diamond d, peace to sage
(oh shit, look over there)
Yo, that nigga's wild like: wildlife
fannibals, hannibal, cannibals
(whoop, what else?)
Um, male-bashers, womanizers
nymphos, nigga's in disguises
(ay watch out. what else?)
Fine women look like 'pretty women'
Some ass women, some titty woman
(mostly shitty women)
Y'all niggaz must be outta ya head
If ya system ain't up to the red