1990 Now

Clap ya hands (hahahahaha)
Clap ya hands everybody, 'cause I (Uh)
Clap ya hands (Uh, paging Reggie Noble)
Clap ya hands everybody, 'cause I (hehehehe)
Clap ya hands
Man I'm hungry muh-fucka
Clap ya hands everybody, cause I (Ow!)
Clap ya hands
Skills, nigga
Clap ya hands everybody

I'm so amazing, flow is cajun
Fly, everything aviation
Feel like Clark, and I'm on vacation
I throw it in the park, now I'm back to basics
Who need teaching, I'm cocky, I'm reachin'
It's ugly, like when old lady's ain't decent
I don't like leafing, my weight like a vegan
But compared to y'all on the mic, you ain't eatin'
I ain't talking Lambo's & F1's
More like Rakim & KRS Ones (hahaheha!)
I'm killin' em, you can keep your money
I'm bossing the big guests, just to write the check on
I know I'm difficult, rap got typical, but I got visual (Yes)
The bam like Bigelow (Yes)
I'm like the i12 app for risers
So rush represent from New Jersey's finest

Clap ya hands, everybody, 'cause I brought weed for everbody
They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-fuckin'
(The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (There it is)
I said, slap ya hands, everybody, 'cause I brought weed for everbody (Let's go!)
They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em " Muh-fuckin' 1990 Now!"

Yo, I want the Green like 'Cee Lo', be the new Nino
Have Italian chicks grab my libido
You got the swag, but I got skills
I'm half Huxtable, way I'm after them feels
Yes sir, nigga, I'm a hustler too
When I hit the rap game, where the fuck was you (where was you nigga!)
'92 I was G Rap cool on camera
Was all in the zone like Deion Sanders
New niggas hate that, old niggas make that
That's like a Maybach, built with an 8-Track
Scrubs, they get Ajax ASAP
Niggas who wouldn't squeeze a mayonnaise pack
70's I was Commodore's & Whispers
Rival gangs like Cowboys in Pittsburgh
When I was putting up Muddy Waters Stickers
You was a young cat, trying to meet Big Bird

Clap ya hands, everybody, 'cause I brought weed for everbody
They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-fuckin'
(The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (There it is)
I said, slap ya hands, everybody, 'cause I brought weed for everbody (Let's go!)
They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em " Muh-fuckin'
(The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (Let's Go!)

I want the Green like 'Cee Lo', be the Nino (Woah Woah Woah)
Have It-The fuck is you talkin' about?
(You said that shit already)
Ah, I did, right? God dammit! Bring it back

Yo, when my camp on fire Smokey the Bear
So only fadin' is mostly the hair
Got women clumsy, like Sinclair
And so many Jordans my nigga owe me a pair (I swear)
I can afford to take losses
With all these exhausts on the horses (Doc!)
You won't find me up in the office
When it's Friday and I want Ms. Parker
Yeah, I'm kung pow around a sundial
I should be rich now like the Rothschilds
Rather, I'm in the hood with a black'n mild
Listenin' to y'all demos on Soundclouds

And
Ya See? (Aw!)
Y'all done fucked my vibe up, man (No!)
Fix y'all shit, man

Clap ya hands, everybody, 'cause I brought weed for everbody
They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-fuckin'
(The year is! 1990, 90) 1990 Now!" (There it is)
Clap ya hands, everybody, (aw Man) 'cause I brought weed for everbody
They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em " Muh-fuckin'
(The year is! 1990, 90) 1990 Now!" (Let's go!) (Yessir)
I said slap ya hands, everybody, 'cause I brought weed for everybody
They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" I tell 'em "Muh-fuckin'
(The year is 1990, 90!) 1990 Now!" (There it is)
I said slap ya hands, everybody, (Latifah what's good baby?)
'Cause I brought weed for everbody
They ask "Redman, what's the sound?" (Gilla House) I tell 'em