Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bars, artist - Redman. Album song Mudface, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.11.2015
Record label: Gilla House
Song language: English
Bars |
(All you emcees must get dissed |
Cause only real niggas gonna bump my shit) |
I don’t give a fuck nigga, you already know what it is |
(All you emcees must get dissed |
Cause only real…) |
Check it out, yo |
Like OJ let me take a stab at it |
Inhale like asthmatics |
The chiropractor Redman, I’m back at it |
My sawed off by the bed, it’s a craft-matic |
The size of a Subway sandwich, ask Jared |
Big foot givin' input |
Every rhyme like Lisa Ray homie, fuck with it it’s a good luck |
I’m a lieutenant, the new school respect Red Menance |
My society raised a winner |
I set any bitch straight to restore order |
Lift my pimp hand up like «Why I oughta» |
I don’t tolerate the nonsense |
I tell my bitch be easy like you straight outta Compton |
South by Southwest out in Austin |
Tour the place down, Twitter went wild |
Def Jam raised their eyebrow, we independent now |
You should’ve took care of the cash cow |
Moooove out my way bitch, Captain Courageous |
Fuck you and your iPod if I ain’t in your playlist |
Bravehearted, I’m Nas in '94 |
You could say I’m your favorite rapper’s favorite |
I’m like Penny on the floor wasted |
Pump your brakes, divorce me if you can’t relate |
I get brain when I text, I’m typin' LOL |
Chick on her knees like SMH |
Get it? |
Too slow, listen faster cause my time’s a factor |
You freestylin' dnd I ain’t asked ya |
Weak link niggas, Red’ll think bigger |
This flow hit your chick, she cry me a river |
And you Simba lyin' like you carrying around the iron |
Like I’m a supervisor and I’m firin' |
(All you emcees must get dissed |
Cause only real niggas gonna bump my shit) |
Bars, okay nigga |
Bars, I got 'em homie |
Bars, all day nigga |
Bars, you can count on me |
I’m like a cat for my life, I got nine of me |
You think this song done, I got another round on me |
Bars, okay nigga |
Bars, I got 'em homie |
Bars, all day nigga |
Bars, wait a minute |
(All you emcees must get dissed |
Cause only real niggas gonna bump my shit) |
Check it out, yo |
Yo, I’m a 90s nigga so of course I think my era the best |
Untouchable, fucker we Eliot Ness |
Mitchell-N-Ness it’s all Jersey |
Hoes send my while DMs, I feel I’m related to X |
I don’t be up in the trap tryna write raps |
Just to say I’m in the trap and made it off rap |
As the world turns, I let my L burn |
And watch you little fish swim up in my well urn |
Even gay bitches love me like the L word |
And bitch niggas get a clip from a spell bird |
I mean the Mossberg |
The same thing, my weed got a case of gangrene when it’s angry |
I act like Scarface up in your project hallway |
Make sure you’re all covered by AllState |
Me and them beats in your ear like Andre |
And what I think of y’all motherfuckers, strange |
Fuck y’all, I’m addicted like a menthal |
I was born from the days of «yes, yes y’all» |
My boy carrying a tech, rep call |
So take your bitch ass home, |
I don’t talk a lot, I just rap a lot |
On this verse, I got tips from a astronaut |
Check the forensics, we in this |
I’ll end this with Red is the best in the motherfuckin' busines |