Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soopaman Luva 5 (Part II), artist - Redman. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Song language: English
Soopaman Luva 5 (Part II) |
| Aiyyo yo fuck that! |
| Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin mojo |
| Aiyyo Reggie Noble, aiyyo Reggie Noble c’mere nigga! |
| Aiyyo start it off while I tell you how it went down |
| Yo, yo |
| Put the drop down, get your smoke on |
| Get your feel on, are you feeling? |
| Get your girl on, get your squeeze on |
| Get your bus on, are you chilling? |
| Are you wheeling, are you feeling? |
| How you feeling? |
| And we gon' hooo-oooh-ooh |
| (Tell me what you doin) |
| C’mon, yo yo-yo yo, yo yo |
| I had to put the mash down, throw the cash around |
| Stay focused, on the case put the hash down |
| Jetted through the air about five miles per hour |
| My mojo gone I can’t fly like I wanna |
| But this case is easy, find that motherfucker that |
| Couldn’t wait to be me, put his face on TV |
| From the Tec blow, I asked my ex-hoes |
| Pass off some info for a pair of X.O.'s |
| «Write the check low, I don’t do that |
| I told you that shit before when I boned your back!» |
| Now I’m back to square one, and everybody hatin |
| So I popped the flare gun, now they all escapin |
| Ran into Gator, from Jungle Fever |
| He’s my people and my neighbor, I said I need a favor |
| He said «For ten dollars, and for ten Whoppers |
| From Burger King, I’ll tell you the nigga who gotcha.» |
| Gave him what he wanted plus the extra large fry |
| He said «Blue eyes, blonde hair, a white guy» |
| I said… «What the fuck going on?! |
| A white guy interrupting my fuck flowing on?» |
| So I copped some new ammo, reloaded my flare gun |
| Stalking like Rambo, mixed with Commando |
| Gator pushed the ten-speed bike, I’m on the handle |
| Crashed into somethin cause he high off my man blow |
| I jumped up and backtracked myself |
| Who’s the last ho I fucked or throat I cut |
| I said «Wait a minute, yo, that bitch Jane on the prowl again |
| I bet she up to no good, actin foul again |
| Yeah, yeah, it ain’t nuttin, I get her if I want her |
| Matter of fact I’m gonna cause she live around the corner.» |
| I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my armor |
| Cause she bring drama like Jeffrey Dahmer |
| But I heard fuckin all the way from the bottom |
| I’m like, «Damn she yelling!» |
| Kinda made me jealous |
| Knocked on the door enraged |
| Like a broke-ass rapper, at a label that ain’t toured in days |
| «Do it clown, before I count to four now |
| Cause if I hit five them flares’ll blow your door down!» |
| I heard the zipper zip up, and they was tryin to run |
| So I re-clipped the clip up, and blew it before one |
| «Freeze motherfuckers!», I jumped on Jane back |
| «I want the cheese motherfuckers! |
| And my name back.» |
| We tussling, fighting, biting skin and rustling |
| Slaps in the face, chokes with the belt buckle and |
| Her knees buckling, I thought to myself |
| «Where's that motherfuckin white guy she was fuckin?» |
| then |
| Right out the blue Owww! |
| Who dat? |
| Who dere? |
| . |
| (this program will be continued) |