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Redman( Reginald 'Reggie' Noble )
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Tonight's da Night
Lyricist:Rick James, Reggie Noble, Jesse Stone
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 smooth 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 da 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 da 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoe's kick But tonight's da 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 Pack Pistol Posse 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 slicker than my man Rick You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth 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' green thumb 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-black by popular demand, I expand My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam I get sex, I get wrecked, 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 that shit off, G Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?
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