| Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
|
| Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
|
| around the planet, pack em in like Janet
|
| Jackson, she’s askin if I can slam it
|
| I’m…
|
| Yo yo Redman! |
| Man what the FUCK man?
|
| Get the FUCK off that. |
| punk smoov shit man!
|
| Get with that ROUGH shit man, you know how we do!
|
| Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tech nine
|
| by the waistline, kickin the hype shit
|
| I never claim to be the best type of rapper
|
| But hafta, show them motherfuckers what I’m after
|
| I’m after the gold, then after that the platinum
|
| Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat son
|
| Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name?
|
| It’s the Redman on the funk thang
|
| Psyche, you’re motherfuckin right, tonight’s the night
|
| To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
|
| The work perfected, when the funk been ejected
|
| I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
|
| Punk! |
| Pass the 40 and the blunt and don’t front
|
| on the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stomped
|
| I’m not a addict, more like Puff than Magic
|
| Then pass it when I’m through cause my crew gots to have it I don’t claim to be a big rap star
|
| cause no matter who you are, you’ll still catch a bullet scar
|
| So listen up and take heed to what I’m sayin
|
| Cause tonight’s the night and me and my niggaz ain’t playin
|
| Fat black bitch! |
| Nasty.
|
| bush bear, booga breath bitch
|
| Nasty, talk to your tits bitch
|
| with them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
|
| Turned up shoes havin ass.
|
| Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker!
|
| You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
|
| cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
|
| Fuck the smoov shit, I get down wit the boom bip
|
| like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoe’s kick
|
| But tonight’s the night what I write tonight
|
| This type of funk with the flavor like Mike’n’Ike’s
|
| Hanging out wit my niggaz, my niggaz
|
| The keep they fingers on the triggers
|
| I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highway
|
| Blunt system pumps cause it’s Friday
|
| Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
|
| cause, we can do that black, so get the bozack jack
|
| Remember, I do the type of evil that men do Like cursin out my window at a bitch and her friend too
|
| So turn the volume up a notch
|
| and watch the ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP, make ya speakers pop
|
| That’s the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
|
| jump, jump, jump. |
| jump, jump, jump
|
| But if you want to see a fly but frantic
|
| cool romantic, more Slick=er than my man Rick
|
| You better check the Yellow Pages under smoov shit
|
| cause Red ain’t down for the bullshit
|
| Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
|
| To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run
|
| Nasty fuckin greenthumb Jolly Green niggaz
|
| Tango mango, pickin havin ass
|
| Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass
|
| Johnny Cash, afro havin
|
| Jack of Spades, boots havin
|
| Tony Danza, shoes wearin ass!
|
| B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
|
| My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
|
| I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
|
| I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
|
| You…
|
| Yo, fuck that, yo turn this shit off man
|
| Turn this shit off, G Boom the new record on, knahmsayin? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tonight's Da Night , by - Redman. Song from the album Best Of, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп