Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soopaman Luva 6, artist - Redman. Album song Red Gone Wild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Soopaman Luva 6 |
| Yo, yo, what up yo, I be the Soopaman luva |
| I’m about five minutes right out ya baby mother |
| I’m still broke, still gutter |
| Hit four chicks, then avenge like folk brothers |
| Then rob a bank teller |
| I’m sorta like old yella, call me for trouble |
| I got chop for bullets that spread out the umbrella |
| I’m advanced boy, da doc bigalow, the man whore |
| Got Ms. Incredible and cat women on amcord |
| When neighborhood or city in a drought |
| Fuck a boat I could fly there, 300 an ounce |
| Reup my account, wear and durag and I ain’t got waves |
| I only got haze pumpin out the bat cave |
| So when I’m flyin through ya hood it’s a hit nigga |
| Isabella I need that sour diesel quick nigga |
| -Call for soopman luva on line 3- |
| Well who the fuck is it? |
| -Her name is Hurricane G- |
| What up G? |
| They tryin to lock me up G |
| I can’t do time cause my time is money |
| I just came from court for some bullshit charge |
| They tryin to do me like kim, throw me behind bars |
| What am I gonna do? |
| Fuck that I’m comin |
| With a gun like willis so you could feel drummin |
| I creep in when the lights out, sneak in to get you out |
| Lo jacks on my ears to tell me where your where abouts |
| Cause I air 'em out, sneak in though the West wing |
| Laundromat, duffle bag thinking of the next thing |
| But I’m in the East wing |
| Damn my shit broke |
| Hurry up nigga, this water look piss cold |
| Hold tight for me, I’m already in |
| I’m in the kitchen corridor, climbin up the vent |
| I’m hot so hurricane so it might take me awhile |
| So when I get ya we gonna roll like mickey and loud |
| Here we go, Yo, Yo the Soopaman Luv |
| Crawlin through the vent like that dude in breakfast club |
| I made a pit stop, seen a freak in the shower |
| So I gotta quick pop, pimp slapped her with powder |
| And told her if somebody asks you, you seen nada |
| And every week I come fuck you with marijuana |
| Okay if you looking for Hurricane over there |
| Oh shit, Hurricane |
| Hey yo get me outta here |
| Hey yo C.O.'s watchin |
| Gotta move like grown men |
| Cause a distraction |
| Like the food gave you stomach pain |
| When the doctors come in, start the examining |
| I rush in with rubber gloves off the ambulance |
| Gun in one hand, the other palm around the nurse mouth |
| On the count of three this is how its gonna work out |