| Nah nah nah, fuck that!
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| Don’t hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
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| with a rap, that’s shittin on the story of Jack Sprat
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| So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit
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| And if it’s beef I’ll punch you in your mouth kid ('Damn!')
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| I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails
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| Word to? |
| Jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
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| I’m not a warrior or Bavarian type of nigga
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| I’m just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister
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| That’s what type of shit I’m on, word is bond
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| Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?
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| Cause every since I was an infrant I was different
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| Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step
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| cause she hit me with a left, then another left
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| That’s why my brain is out of order
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| because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
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| And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit
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| then carve my name in your pavement
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| I was Rated 'X'but I flexed
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| I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level
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| Ain’t that ill? |
| That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill
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| from a known rapper, but now the rapper’s no frill
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| Just because I made a record I’m a star, that’s bullshit
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| What’s the flavor? |
| Tim? |
| (Fuck what you heard, this rated R)
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| Chorus: repeat 4X
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| I’m rated R, this is a warning -→Rakim
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| Boy you can’t fuck with me! |
| -→Ice Cube
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| Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend
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| mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends
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| And if I didn’t know ya, to hell witcha punk
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| and tell the devil I’ll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)
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| Got Naughty in my Nature plus I’m down with O.P.P.
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| The best part about it, I got AIDS, bitch!
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| Psych, I’m only kiddin, only do it to ugly women
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| cause the pretty one’s puss smell like they went fishin
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| I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip
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| (Yo Red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)
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| I had a fight with Chuck, the punk motherfuck
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| tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (BING!)
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| Snapped the neck on Michael Myers then I freaked it; |
| cause it was August
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| and he was talkin this trick or treat shit (Trick or treat!)
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| Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block
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| 143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop
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| Norman Bates work the night shift late
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| Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake
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| Bust a maneuver Freddy Kruger, dreamed about
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| me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw
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| Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar
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| So let’s get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate
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| my rap style, so to cut em off I truncate
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| And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up with the one-two punch, like servin a customer
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| And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
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| Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from
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| I know, from me, THE original P-Funk
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| See ya next LP chump! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rated "R" , by - Redman. Song from the album Whut? The Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп