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Tonights da Night - Redman
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 F**K man
Get the F**K off that punk smoov sh*t man
Get with that ROUGH sh*t man
You know how we do
Mic check I walk around
The streets with a black tech nine
By the waistline kickin the hype sh*t
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But hafta show them motherf**kers
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 motherf**kin 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 niggaz ain't playin
Fat black b**ch Nasty
Bush bear booga breath b**ch
Nasty talk to your tits b**ch
With them nasty Africans Mr Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin a**
Lemming leprechaun haircut motherf**ker
You wanna see me get cool
Please save it for the breeze
Cause the lyrics and tracks
Make me funky like cottage cheese
F**k the smoov sh*t
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 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 b**ch 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 smoov sh*t
Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz f**ked up by letting me
Make an album (How come rude bwoy )
To get on the mic and let my f**kin style run
Nasty f**kin greenthumb Jolly Green niggaz
Tango mango pickin havin a**
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin a**
Johnny Cash afro havin
Jack of Spades boots havin
Tony Danza shoes wearin a**
B-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 wreck I puff mad blunts
I get vexed I break necks
Punch out gold fronts chump
You
Yo f**k that yo turn this sh*t off man
Turn this sh*t off G
Boom the new record on knahmsayin