| Yo, yo, what up yo, I be the Soopaman luva
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| I’m about five minutes right out ya baby mother
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| I’m still broke, still gutter
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| Hit four chicks, then avenge like folk brothers
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| Then rob a bank teller
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| I’m sorta like old yella, call me for trouble
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| I got chop for bullets that spread out the umbrella
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| I’m advanced boy, da doc bigalow, the man whore
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| Got Ms. Incredible and cat women on amcord
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| When neighborhood or city in a drought
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| Fuck a boat I could fly there, 300 an ounce
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| Reup my account, wear and durag and I ain’t got waves
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| I only got haze pumpin out the bat cave
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| So when I’m flyin through ya hood it’s a hit nigga
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| Isabella I need that sour diesel quick nigga
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| -Call for soopman luva on line 3-
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| Well who the fuck is it?
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| -Her name is Hurricane G-
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| What up G?
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| They tryin to lock me up G
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| I can’t do time cause my time is money
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| I just came from court for some bullshit charge
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| They tryin to do me like kim, throw me behind bars
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| What am I gonna do?
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| Fuck that I’m comin
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| With a gun like willis so you could feel drummin
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| I creep in when the lights out, sneak in to get you out
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| Lo jacks on my ears to tell me where your where abouts
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| Cause I air 'em out, sneak in though the West wing
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| Laundromat, duffle bag thinking of the next thing
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| But I’m in the East wing
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| Damn my shit broke
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| Hurry up nigga, this water look piss cold
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| Hold tight for me, I’m already in
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| I’m in the kitchen corridor, climbin up the vent
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| I’m hot so hurricane so it might take me awhile
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| So when I get ya we gonna roll like mickey and loud
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| Here we go, Yo, Yo the Soopaman Luv
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| Crawlin through the vent like that dude in breakfast club
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| I made a pit stop, seen a freak in the shower
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| So I gotta quick pop, pimp slapped her with powder
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| And told her if somebody asks you, you seen nada
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| And every week I come fuck you with marijuana
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| Okay if you looking for Hurricane over there
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| Oh shit, Hurricane
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| Hey yo get me outta here
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| Hey yo C.O.'s watchin
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| Gotta move like grown men
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| Cause a distraction
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| Like the food gave you stomach pain
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| When the doctors come in, start the examining
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| I rush in with rubber gloves off the ambulance
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| Gun in one hand, the other palm around the nurse mouth
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| On the count of three this is how its gonna work out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soopaman Luva 6 , by - Redman. Song from the album Red Gone Wild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп