作词 : James, Redman, 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
man?
Get the FU
CK 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 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 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 niggas ain't playin
Fat black b***h!
Nasty.. bush bear, booga breath b***h
Nasty, talk to your shit b***h with them nasty
Africans,
Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin ass..
Lemming leprechaun haircut mother****ers!
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
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 nigga
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 b***h and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch and watch the ba-
BUMP, ba-B
UMP, 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 caus
Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?
To get on the mic and let my style run
Nasty 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 p***y,
I get wreck,
I puff mad blunts
I get vexed,
I break necks, punch out gold fronts, c****
You... Yo, that, yo turn this shit off ma
Turn this shit off
G Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : James, Redman, Stone
[00:00.00] [Redman ] Mic check,
[00:01.95]I can get smooth to any groove
[00:03.72]Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise around the planet, pack em in like
[00:08.58]Janet Jackson, she's askin if
[00:11.04]I can slam it
[00:11.82]I'm.... [Hurricane G]
[00:12.63]Yo yo Redman!
[00:13.92]Man what the
[00:15.09]man?
[00:15.45]Get the FU
[00:16.08]CK off that.. punk smoov shit man!
[00:18.90]Get with that
[00:19.50]ROUGH shit man, you know how we do! [Redman]
[00:22.53]Mic check,
[00:23.16]I walk around the streets with a black tech nine by the waistline, kickin the hype shit
[00:28.14]I never claim to be the best type of rapper
[00:30.54]But hafta, show them what
[00:32.52]I'm after
[00:33.48]I'm after the gold, then after that the platinum
[00:35.91]Beef after that,
[00:36.81]Hurricane
[00:37.32]G packs the gat son
[00:38.76]Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name?
[00:41.91]It's the Redman on the funk thang
[00:43.71]Psyche, you're right, tonight's the night
[00:46.50]To do what
[00:47.01]I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
[00:49.17]The work perfected, when the funk been ejected
[00:51.75]I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
[00:54.39]Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don't front on the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stomped
[01:00.03]I'm not a addict, more like
[01:01.35]Puff than
[01:01.86]Magic Then pass it when
[01:03.06]I'm through cause my crew gots to have it
[01:05.37]I don't claim to be a big rap star cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
[01:10.59]So listen up and take heed to what
[01:12.36]I'm sayin
[01:12.81]Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin
[01:18.27]Fat black b***h!
[01:19.74]Nasty.. bush bear, booga breath b***h
[01:24.87]Nasty, talk to your shit b***h with them nasty
[01:29.07]Africans,
[01:30.09]Mr. Bojangles
[01:31.98]Turned up shoes havin ass..
[01:33.96]Lemming leprechaun haircut mother****ers!
[01:36.27]You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
[01:42.90]the smoov shit,
[01:43.65]I get down wit the boom bip like
[01:45.12]Q-Tip, I kick more styles than
[01:46.74]Bruce shoe's kick
[01:47.88]But tonight's the night what
[01:49.44]I write tonight
[01:50.34]This type of funk with the flavor like
[01:52.29]Mike'n'Ike's
[01:53.22]Hanging out wit my niggaz, my nigga
[01:55.11]The {"{"}Pack
[01:55.89]Pistol Posse} keep they fingers on the triggers
[01:58.47]I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highway
[02:01.59]Blunt system pumps cause it's
[02:02.88]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
[02:08.88]Remember,
[02:09.54]I do the type of evil that men do
[02:11.49]Like cursin out my window at a b***h and her friend too
[02:14.43]So turn the volume up a notch and watch the ba-
[02:17.07]BUMP, ba-B
[02:18.51]UMP, make ya speakers pop
[02:19.80]That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump jump, jump, jump.. jump, jump, jump
[02:25.14]But if you want to see a fly but frantic cool romantic, more
[02:28.71]Slick=er than my man
[02:29.91]Rick You better check the
[02:31.38]Yellow Pages under smoov shit caus
[02:33.69]Red ain't down for the bullshit
[02:35.07]Niggaz up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?
[02:38.49]To get on the mic and let my style run
[02:41.64]Nasty greenthumb
[02:43.50]Jolly Green niggaz
[02:45.33]Tango mango, pickin havin ass
[02:49.50]Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass
[02:53.94]Johnny Cash, afro havin
[02:57.00]Jack of Spades, boots havin
[02:58.68]Tony Danza, shoes wearin ass!
[03:01.59]B -b-b-black by popular demand,
[03:03.90]I expand My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
[03:07.65]I get p***y,
[03:08.37]I get wreck,
[03:09.00]I puff mad blunts
[03:10.26]I get vexed,
[03:11.04]I break necks, punch out gold fronts, c****
[03:13.02]You... Yo, that, yo turn this shit off ma
[03:17.43]Turn this shit off
[03:18.21]G Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?
作词 : James, Redman, 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
man?
Get the FU
CK 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 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 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 niggas ain't playin
Fat black b***h!
Nasty.. bush bear, booga breath b***h
Nasty, talk to your shit b***h with them nasty
Africans,
Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin ass..
Lemming leprechaun haircut mother****ers!
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
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 nigga
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 b***h and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch and watch the ba-
BUMP, ba-B
UMP, 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 caus
Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?
To get on the mic and let my style run
Nasty 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 p***y,
I get wreck,
I puff mad blunts
I get vexed,
I break necks, punch out gold fronts, c****
You... Yo, that, yo turn this shit off ma
Turn this shit off
G Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : James, Redman, Stone
[00:00.00] [Redman ] Mic check,
[00:01.95]I can get smooth to any groove
[00:03.72]Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise around the planet, pack em in like
[00:08.58]Janet Jackson, she's askin if
[00:11.04]I can slam it
[00:11.82]I'm.... [Hurricane G]
[00:12.63]Yo yo Redman!
[00:13.92]Man what the
[00:15.09]man?
[00:15.45]Get the FU
[00:16.08]CK off that.. punk smoov shit man!
[00:18.90]Get with that
[00:19.50]ROUGH shit man, you know how we do! [Redman]
[00:22.53]Mic check,
[00:23.16]I walk around the streets with a black tech nine by the waistline, kickin the hype shit
[00:28.14]I never claim to be the best type of rapper
[00:30.54]But hafta, show them what
[00:32.52]I'm after
[00:33.48]I'm after the gold, then after that the platinum
[00:35.91]Beef after that,
[00:36.81]Hurricane
[00:37.32]G packs the gat son
[00:38.76]Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name?
[00:41.91]It's the Redman on the funk thang
[00:43.71]Psyche, you're right, tonight's the night
[00:46.50]To do what
[00:47.01]I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
[00:49.17]The work perfected, when the funk been ejected
[00:51.75]I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
[00:54.39]Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don't front on the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stomped
[01:00.03]I'm not a addict, more like
[01:01.35]Puff than
[01:01.86]Magic Then pass it when
[01:03.06]I'm through cause my crew gots to have it
[01:05.37]I don't claim to be a big rap star cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar
[01:10.59]So listen up and take heed to what
[01:12.36]I'm sayin
[01:12.81]Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin
[01:18.27]Fat black b***h!
[01:19.74]Nasty.. bush bear, booga breath b***h
[01:24.87]Nasty, talk to your shit b***h with them nasty
[01:29.07]Africans,
[01:30.09]Mr. Bojangles
[01:31.98]Turned up shoes havin ass..
[01:33.96]Lemming leprechaun haircut mother****ers!
[01:36.27]You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
[01:42.90]the smoov shit,
[01:43.65]I get down wit the boom bip like
[01:45.12]Q-Tip, I kick more styles than
[01:46.74]Bruce shoe's kick
[01:47.88]But tonight's the night what
[01:49.44]I write tonight
[01:50.34]This type of funk with the flavor like
[01:52.29]Mike'n'Ike's
[01:53.22]Hanging out wit my niggaz, my nigga
[01:55.11]The {"{"}Pack
[01:55.89]Pistol Posse} keep they fingers on the triggers
[01:58.47]I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highway
[02:01.59]Blunt system pumps cause it's
[02:02.88]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
[02:08.88]Remember,
[02:09.54]I do the type of evil that men do
[02:11.49]Like cursin out my window at a b***h and her friend too
[02:14.43]So turn the volume up a notch and watch the ba-
[02:17.07]BUMP, ba-B
[02:18.51]UMP, make ya speakers pop
[02:19.80]That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump jump, jump, jump.. jump, jump, jump
[02:25.14]But if you want to see a fly but frantic cool romantic, more
[02:28.71]Slick=er than my man
[02:29.91]Rick You better check the
[02:31.38]Yellow Pages under smoov shit caus
[02:33.69]Red ain't down for the bullshit
[02:35.07]Niggaz up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?
[02:38.49]To get on the mic and let my style run
[02:41.64]Nasty greenthumb
[02:43.50]Jolly Green niggaz
[02:45.33]Tango mango, pickin havin ass
[02:49.50]Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass
[02:53.94]Johnny Cash, afro havin
[02:57.00]Jack of Spades, boots havin
[02:58.68]Tony Danza, shoes wearin ass!
[03:01.59]B -b-b-black by popular demand,
[03:03.90]I expand My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
[03:07.65]I get p***y,
[03:08.37]I get wreck,
[03:09.00]I puff mad blunts
[03:10.26]I get vexed,
[03:11.04]I break necks, punch out gold fronts, c****
[03:13.02]You... Yo, that, yo turn this shit off ma
[03:17.43]Turn this shit off
[03:18.21]G Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?