Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red-, artist - DJ Clue. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Red- |
| I said y’all niggas can’t come in here tonight P, P, P |
| Get out of here I’m the bouncer here tonight |
| Your boys are out numbered so plan tomorrow |
| While I do the wild thing like I’m Sam Lombardo |
| My crew is grimy enough to ride in cargo |
| Cause brick city beef with more people than y’all bro |
| (A yo dogg what up) |
| Yo the cold is coming |
| So I be up all night like my toilet runnin' |
| As a little boy was know for spoiling somethin' |
| Now it’s like fuck you |
| It will be brawl or nothing |
| (Hit the streets 4 in the morning) |
| To run you over |
| The beef we love the steam and cooked in okra |
| Bitchs in the bricks slit the throats of both ya' |
| Walk on T. V live hooking off on Opera |
| I ain’t buff but got nough' muscle to fight |
| I ain’t a dog but got enough hustle tonight |
| Here’s the facts to you punks |
| And the message is |
| When you buy guns invest in extra clips |
| Ahhhhhhh! |
| When he went inside the club I flattened his wheels |
| DUI drug addict and I’m back at the wheel |
| You happened to feel |
| This amphibian rappish and back at the gills |
| From back at the hill (chill, chill, chill) |
| It’s me on the nine to nine |
| Crashed it |
| Now my sores on the eye-a-dine |
| Po po found the dro but no firearm |
| Cause I look shady like sun visor blind |
| Dangerous I leave a smell |
| That’s why the sign read «Don't feed the whale» |
| Doc like +Adabisi+, «I need the bail» |
| Cause I keep my weed locked in the +OZ+ as well |
| Yo what I look like a kid to you? |
| I’m like +Bishop+ gunnin' down my friends in +Juice+ |
| Brick dogg and I’m out to defend my food |
| So fuck the media with the middle two (two, two, two) |
| Now just through your hands up in the motherfuckin' sky |
| Da dirt always bubble pour peroxide |
| You see? |
| Thought I lied |
| Nah dogg the truth |
| I submarine out like my car waterproof |
| You niggas break day and still y’all broke |
| You minus well get a job use the time to vote |
| I rode crocked like my benz with alignment broke |
| So it’s like surprise! |
| With that five behind my coat |
| (So what the fuck you want!?!) |
| Yo I see the problem twin |
| The 38 special need revolvin' |
| Invasion like moving BET to Harlem |
| What are your fly whips and no keys to start em' |
| Yo I open the doa' *door* (Open the doa' yo) |
| I’m smokin' the dro' (smokin' the dro' yo) |
| Bitch get out of line (get out of line) |
| Smackin the ho (smackin' the ho) |
| Ahhhhh! |