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Redman
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Tonight's da Night
作词：Rick James, Reggie Noble, Jesse Stone
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet Jackson
She's askin' if I can slam it
I'm
Yo yo Redman! Man what the fuck man?
Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit man
Get with that rough shit man, you know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But hafta, show them motherfuckers what I'm after
I'm after the gold, then after that the platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat son
Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name?
It's the Redman on the funk thang
Psyche, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's da night
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
The work perfected, when the funk been ejected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don't front
On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped
I'm not a addict, more like Puff than Magic
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew gots to have it
I don't claim to be a big rap star
'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
'Cause tonight's da night and me and my niggaz ain't playin'
Fat black bitch! Nasty
Bush bear, booga breath bitch
Nasty, talk to your tits bitch
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
'Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
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Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoe's kick
But tonight's da night what I write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggaz, my niggaz
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
'Cause, we can do that black, so get the bozack jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make ya speakers pop
That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run
Nasty fuckin' green thumb Jolly Green niggaz
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass
B-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, I get wrecked, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
You
Yo, fuck that, yo turn this shit off man
Turn that shit off, G
Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?
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