Redman - Come And Get It (feat. Lady Luck) Lyrics
[Lady Luck]Yo you could get rugged, rough, hard like LuckBring your best rhymes and you niggas still suckI'm slumped in a truck, with the pumps upComes to crazy dough, I never get enoughYour money like old men, can't get it upI'm spittin up sicker stuff, middle fingers upLuck, I'll never give y'all respectLike no eye contact, pounds with the leftIf you get offended, I'm talkin to youCome get it, and there'll be a coffin for youYou done did it, you messin wit Luck, you pressin your luckGot lots of jewels and I aint givin 'em up, sho nuffHOOK: Redman & Lady LuckCome get it, y'all niggas wanna ***** wit JerzCome get it, the Bricks don't ***** with herbsCome get it, I represent Jerz til I dieSmoke on the lah lah lah lah lah lahCome get it, y'all niggas don't want it with JerzCome get it, Luck don't run with herbsCome get it, I represent Jerz til I dieSmoke on the lah lah lah lah lah lah[Redman]Yo, Funk Doc smack y'all niggas, jack y'all niggasHave your thuggest thug come get it back for y'all niggasLaugh at y'all niggas, throw caps at y'all niggasStick NBA for the basketball figuresJiggalo men wit two hoes, John RitterArm lit up, microphone tormenterI'm hungry as ***** and I came to eatIf you came to shoot Doc can you aim at leastBricks, sucker MCs that stay hookin offYou boogie hoes like, this what I'm lookin forDuke, your moms think I'ma helluva guy*****, you don't get it like American PieI scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoonsPowder is the rhyme, boggled is the mindWhen I spit y'all become fiends to meCrack cost money, but the D is freeHOOK[Redman]Ayo Luck, do you really know what pressure is?[Lady Luck]Nigga, I apply itThe one stealing TVs at the Rodney King riotGuns on salas, whips no mileageAt the bar three iced teas, Long IslandI stay stylin, boots stay filled with weedIn the V, lane three, switchin up speedI'ma be obnoxious until I can't breatheAnd until then, y'all can't winLuck's twelve on a scale from one to tenInfluenced by hydro and lots of ginNigga back up, damn I need oxygenSurrounded by lots of men that'll rock your chin and pop your limbsHandle like Iverson, or MarburyFlows extraordinaryHow bout the gold Chevy, holdin the four steadyBeen runnin war, let me know when whore's readyHOOK
