Redman - Rated 'r' Lyrics
Nah nah nah, ***** that!Dont hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snappedWith a rap, thats shittin on the story of jack spratSo put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shitAnd if its beef Ill punch you in your mouth kid (damn!)I got a heart but my heart is made out of nailsWord to ? jamel? , my heart pumps nails in my blood railsIm not a warrior or bavarian type of niggaIm just quick to smoke your family then ***** your sisterThats what type of shit Im on, word is bondBeen thinkin about playin that nice guy role ?Cause every since I was an infrant I was differentPaid no attention to my moms when she ripped itI was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to stepCause she hit me with a left, then another leftThats why my brain is out of orderBecause it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughterAnd do a driveby, ***** that, I walk by and I spray shitThen carve my name in your pavementI was rated x but I flexedI beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a levelAint that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspillFrom a known rapper, but now the rappers no frillJust because I made a record Im a star, thats bullshitWhats the flavor ? tim? (***** what you heard, this rated r)Chorus: repeat 4xIm rated r, this is a warning --> rakimBoy you cant ***** with me!! --> ice cubeBack to part two of the segment, the red bendMics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friendsAnd if I didnt know ya, to hell witcha punkAnd tell the devil Ill be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)Got naughty in my nature plus Im down with o.p.p.The best part about it, I got aids, *****!Psych, Im only kiddin, only do it to ugly womenCause the pretty ones puss smell like they went fishinI grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip(yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)I had a fight with chuck, the punk mother*****Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was augustAnd he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shopNorman bates work the night shift lateSince he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecakeBust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed aboutMe havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks upThat caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsawPlus I got his brain pickled in a jarSo lets get down with the funk break, cause they tailgateMy rap style, so to cut em off I truncateAnd rough em up, tough em up, like bust em upWith the one-two punch, like servin a customerAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smack himThen ask him where the ***** did he get his damn raps fromI know, from me, the original p-funkSee ya next lp chump!Chorus
