Redman Lyrics
Redman Lyrics
"Tonight's Da Nite (remix) Lyrics"
Hair Lyrics
There's a hair on the soap and it's short and it's curly There's a hair on the soap and I don't think it's mine
There's a hair on the soap and it's short and it's curly There's a hair on the soap and I don't think it's mine
Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy?
Word is bond, word is me
Smokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and
Check it out, whatcha want and
Go on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang
Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy
Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks
I'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks
So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can
*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? HELL NO
Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back
Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany
Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit
Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit
Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch
the clitoris, dangle it from my
Dig your polished nails into the dirt Lyrics
Rip your skirt off wipe the hurt off You know it tears my heart out when you Flirt with danger and any stranger You're not as stupid as I look Before I could read you wrote the book Cursed since your birth dear And your worst fears have all come true Held my hand when I got my first tattoo I was naked when it penetrated Told everyone I'd slept with you Thought you'd like that, knew you wouldn't deny it St. Peter's g
cock I don't feel shitRip your skirt off wipe the hurt off You know it tears my heart out when you Flirt with danger and any stranger You're not as stupid as I look Before I could read you wrote the book Cursed since your birth dear And your worst fears have all come true Held my hand when I got my first tattoo I was naked when it penetrated Told everyone I'd slept with you Thought you'd like that, knew you wouldn't deny it St. Peter's g
So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy
I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis
Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes
Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth
Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite
The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right
I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight
Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted
Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which
makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh
So on and on and let me kick the rab
That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass
You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new to
Springtime Deaths Lyrics
Refreshing winds from distant skies, a dying love from distant eyes. Another cruelty brought to me. And again a flower born and before it withers wind's whispers are blowing it away... Falling leaves from trees that died, a growing sadness becoming mine, but it's not time for leaves to fall and it's not time for dying at all... Clouds are sick of being dark, when sorrows must follow the last rain drops, but stay... Is lone the path to walk among the green, as with me
sRefreshing winds from distant skies, a dying love from distant eyes. Another cruelty brought to me. And again a flower born and before it withers wind's whispers are blowing it away... Falling leaves from trees that died, a growing sadness becoming mine, but it's not time for leaves to fall and it's not time for dying at all... Clouds are sick of being dark, when sorrows must follow the last rain drops, but stay... Is lone the path to walk among the green, as with me
Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys
Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body
For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...
..ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school
I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu
Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets
Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes
Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper
I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz
I kill like that, plus I roll like that
I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that
BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja
Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out
Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute
the loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block
Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock
Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity
Buss Di Dance Lyrics
[Intro: Kardinal Offishall] Yeah, well ok let's get it movin let's get it started This is Kardinal Offishall T Dot style But right about now you see me for 2K3 in the place to be Kardi Kardi, he likes to party Right about now with the ants in your pants I wanna make sure you go out there and buss di dance You see what I'm sayin, a mi Kardinal Offishall 2K3 I'm chillin in the place to be yuh see mi a seh, watch it like this [Verse 1] Y
Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on[Intro: Kardinal Offishall] Yeah, well ok let's get it movin let's get it started This is Kardinal Offishall T Dot style But right about now you see me for 2K3 in the place to be Kardi Kardi, he likes to party Right about now with the ants in your pants I wanna make sure you go out there and buss di dance You see what I'm sayin, a mi Kardinal Offishall 2K3 I'm chillin in the place to be yuh see mi a seh, watch it like this [Verse 1] Y
Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care
And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva
Let me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah!
Oh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats
Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks
Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it
Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it
She wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass
And lickin ya down to your clitoris
Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this
Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked
Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!
Baby, cause I'm famous!
Nope, I didn't mean that
The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at
I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat
Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that