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