Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bars , by - Redman. Song from the album Mudface, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |