Redman - Tonight's Da Nite Lyrics
Who wanna have a mother*****in orgy?Word is bond, word is meSmokin mad blunts, and all the fronts andCheck it out, whatcha want andGo on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thangFunkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyyMicraphone check, i walk around the street with black tecs and knapsacksI'm known for smokin ass-cracks til i get ass flashbacksSo all my niggaz if you're *****in damage let me hear ya you can*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? hell noCome back in to fatten to funky tracksBlast a mother*****er until you're peekin through his backCause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shitI rock it til, *****es start givin up that punanyPajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shitThen boo-yaa, i gave you another shot of the good shitDon't believe me why your ***** breathin hard enough to pinchThe clitoris, dangle it from my ***** i don't feel shitSo check me the original joe pesky freak the sexyI got more gadgets than the inspector, go-go jet-skisThen swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutesGrab you for your loot, wrap my *****in chain around your toothCause, that's the way it goes when tonight's da niteThe music feelin funkadelic and the mood is rightI stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sightCause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin rightBlunts by the boxes, i smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high whenI ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adoptedPlus an ostrich couldn't swallow my *****, quick cause it's stopped whichMakes the soopaman luva get stockings by the flocks *****, hrrrahhhSo on and on and let me kick the rabThat light skinned brother with mad shaft up your *****in assYou wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, ***** with the new toysLike pistols, i dismiss crews, so order some new boysBlast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my bodyFor fozzy patsi i bring sad days to niggaz constant.....ly! freak funkadelic phrases cause i'm true schoolI'm *****in madonna down to smurfette down one down to m'bufuFunks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from casketsPlus i'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashesSmoke on the choke, light a toke until it's properI deserve an oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuzI kill like that, plus i roll like thatI'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even bo knows thatBut ***** that, we drop the new runner to get some ganjaGoin uptown, we check benny red out, he pulls the smack outThen roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the puteThe loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the blockHittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on *****Back, trigger-hap, p p p rockin that unityMother*****er! yeah yeah mother*****ers, it's on it's on it's onThrow your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't careAnd if you haven't been *****ed, by the soopaman luvaLet me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah!Oh yeahhyeah! funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevantFacts and max, and on and on my crew pull gatsFlick slaps em back, come on and *****in up tracksKick the mad wicked, bricks to stick itCome on and, i get wilson like pickett then stick itShe wanna check me when i'm lickin your assAnd lickin ya down to your clitorisDo you remember this, *****, i know you're kinda hearin thisStyle that i'm kickin, yes i'm mad wickedFunkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!Baby, cause i'm famous!Nope, i didn't mean thatThe mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams atI'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hatWant to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that
