Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hey Ladies, artist - Redman. Date of issue: 20.02.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hey Ladies |
| HEY LADIEEEES! |
| Luck’s the name |
| Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs |
| HEY LADIEEEES! |
| Yo, you niggas can’t stop me |
| This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me |
| Nigga I be, that chick that’ll brawl with a dude |
| Strut around nose up with a attitude |
| Flaunt jewels, haunt crews, Luck is bad news |
| Pull 'em out a tool, show ya what a MAC’ll do |
| Aim for your North Face coat |
| Or put three up in your small face and a couple up in your throat |
| Far from a joke, AND it’s that time of the month |
| My niggas came to the party drunk, gettin it crunk |
| They say it’s, type foul how I look at life now |
| Slumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fle |
| Type wild, lifestyle, dizzy off Cris-tal |
| Talk with a lisp now, walk with a limp now |
| MUST be a pit now, I’m always with my man |
| Grand in my hand just signed to Def Jam |
| Along with Nia Long lookin for «The Best Man» |
| Lay up in the wet sands when not in the 'luxe Land |
| Nigga uhh |
| Yo yo. |
| You heard the flow’s lava |
| And little momma spit it hotter than the enchilada |
| Foot to the floor, whip the Jag like a stunt driver |
| The Glock right beside her |
| And Shannon Scholar follow and we came to lock the block up |
| You heard «blaka blaka» coward get your coke and rocks up |
| Somebody call the cops up, need vice squad to stop up |
| Doin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppa |
| How I look; |
| fallin in love and then Luck get knocked up? |
| I need a brolic nigga (uhh) hydraulic nigga (uhh) |
| Swervin from the feds, ridin coke pilin nigga |
| I’m never silent nigga, Luck get kinda violent nigga |
| The type to snatch you out your car and take your wallet nigga |
| (Get outta there!) I roll with cuz-ons, fam get your thug on |
| (Why not?) Type to beat a nigga down if he mug wrong |
| Every time, Luck mix coke in every line |
| And stop askin nigga yeah I write my own rhymes |
| Yo yo. |
| Nigga I be, that chick that have you eatin through an IV |
| You cowards try me I’ll let the slugs fly free |
| Where the rocks be? |
| Where the jocks be? |
| You grab a Glock and let it pop if you gon' stop me |
| I’m probably hot, the Goddess in here |
| Better spit your hardest this year, I’m starvin this year |
| Regardless who here, Luck gon' murder the flow |
| You broke-ass niggas act like you allergic to dough |
| Never get none nigga let your lip run |
| And watch my clique come, cock back and spit one (blaow!) |
| Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum (uhh) |
| And every time I rock, watch my pockets thick-en |
| Y’all ride dick on any cat that can buy the P-rada |
| And scatter my motto why bother when Luck about dollars |
| Female rap Tony Montana bubble like saunas |
| Bring the armor make your block look like a tiny Pearl Harbor |
| You wants no drama |
| Yo yo. |
| HEY LADIEEEES! |
| Yo wild |
| Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) |
| Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) |
| HEY LADIEEEES! |
| Yo wild |
| Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) |
| Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) |
| HEY LADIEEEES! |
| Yo wild |
| Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) |
| Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) |
| HEY LADIEEEES! |
| Yo wild |
| Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) |
| Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) |
| Luck’s the name |
| Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs |
| Yo, you niggas can’t stop me |
| This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me |