Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Rags, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Strangeulation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.05.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Red Rags |
| Free Uno Ace Capone. |
| The homie Keith Fudge, I got your back homie |
| LETS GO! |
| Crew, Su-wu |
| Nigga that’s what we do |
| Who, be you |
| If you want funk me too |
| I’m bool as a bubumber |
| Laces in my shoes makin you wonder |
| Am I gonna act a fool or bring your crew thunder |
| Thinkin I pack the tool don’t wanna use on her |
| I ain’t trippin when the old days got my mind glitchin |
| Like different signs that ain’t my kind got they 9's whistlin |
| Like a nigga wanna find this and strip clips till my wines drippin |
| But nobody wanna do no crime they just talkin about rhyme spittin |
| When I’m at the movies, careful how you steppin to me |
| Cause I think who’s starin at me wanna do me |
| Cause Im flamed up and Soo woo-ey |
| Dead crash, my head’s bad |
| Cause I be thinking some gangstas wanna head blast |
| Cause I run with the red rags |
| I’m a motherfucking animal, red devil, Tasmanian |
| Bangins' in my cranium, deuce click and five claimin it |
| Kansas City thang, from two clips at my range is bandana dangerous |
| You’s crip when I’m sayin' it? |
| It’s Soo-Woo business, then yous through nigga |
| Blood? |
| I don’t give a fuck if I knew you nigga |
| That’s that 85 mentality, victim of your reality |
| Catchin, pumpin' that 7−11 in your fatalities |
| It’s another nigga’s wake-up, smoke water and drank up |
| Heavenly, blocks flames from 20's to the seventies |
| It’s ballers tuckin' fed cash, to get you dead fast |
| Gangstas to head blast cause I run with the red flags! |
| Uh, I’m just bicken back and bein' bool |
| You don’t this feelin, look you fuckin with the realest |
| No, gloves no, mask look you know we bout to kill it |
| Disrespect us will get your mami pinned to the ceilin |
| This is still holdin hemi’s even when I’m in my jammies |
| Niggas wanna catch me slippin leave me sleepin like a mami |
| Plus they still sendin this, haters wanna pack me out |
| Bunch of internet bustas always wanna run they mouth |
| I ain’t trippin still, thuggin for |
| Signed up, suited and booted, old nigga, ready for war |
| Layin back, stackin cake, but it don’t take much to activate |
| Snatch it back and act innate, reignin' down the hand of god |
| Chopper get to sang a nigga smokin like his elder bar |
| Forgive me Lord I’m trynna keep it cool |
| But I’m a old nigga with a quick fuse, quick to smell the bitch in dudes |
| Hard to walk in Scooby’s shoes, do the shit that Scooby do |
| Fi' block, a general, I done paid my fuckin dues |
| Nigga this the life I chose, fuck that, life I choose |
| Still livin gang rules check the laces in these shoes |
| Gangsta nigga through and through, tried tested been approved |
| On blood, one love, nigga what, soo-woo |