Redman - Tonight's The Night Lyrics
[redman]Mic check, I can get smooth to any grooveRelax the tongue, let my mic take a cruiseAround the planet, pack em in like janetJackson, shes askin if I can slam itIm....[hurricane g]Yo yo redman! man what the ***** man?Get the ***** off that.. punk smoov shit man!Get with that rough shit man, you know how we do![redman]Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tech nineBy the waistline, kickin the hype shitI never claim to be the best type of rapperBut hafta, show them mother*****ers what Im afterIm after the gold, then after that the platinumBeef after that, hurricane g packs the gat sonTrigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name?Its the redman on the funk thangPsyche, youre mother*****in right, tonights the nightTo do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamiteThe work perfected, when the funk been ejectedI roughen up the rough draft to like make your head splitPunk! pass the 40 and the blunt and dont frontOn the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stompedIm not a addict, more like puff than magicThen pass it when Im through cause my crew gots to have itI dont claim to be a big rap starCause no matter who you are, youll still catch a bullet scarSo listen up and take heed to what Im sayinCause tonights the night and me and my niggaz aint playinFat black *****! nasty..Bush bear, booga breath *****Nasty, talk to your tits *****With them nasty africans, mr. bojanglesTurned up shoes havin ass..Lemming leprechaun haircut mother*****er!You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breezeCause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese***** the smoov shit, I get down wit the boom bipLike q-tip, I kick more styles than bruce shoes kickBut tonights the night what I write tonightThis type of funk with the flavor like mikenikesHanging out wit my niggaz, my niggazThe {pack pistol posse} keep they fingers on the triggersI keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highwayBlunt system pumps cause its fridayRoll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noiseCause, we can do that black, so get the bozack jackRemember, I do the type of evil that men doLike cursin out my window at a ***** and her friend tooSo turn the volume up a notchAnd watch the ba-bump, ba-bump, make ya speakers popThats the funk, when it pumps it makes your rumpJump, jump, jump.. jump, jump, jumpBut if you want to see a fly but franticCool romantic, more slick=er than my man rickYou better check the yellow pages under smoov shitCause red aint down for the bullshitNiggaz *****ed up by letting me make an album (how come rude bwoy? )To get on the mic and let my *****in style runNasty *****in greenthumb jolly green niggazTango mango, pickin havin assNasty epileptic disease crazy havin assJohnny cash, afro havinJack of spades, boots havinTony danza, shoes wearin ass!B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expandMy hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flamI get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad bluntsI get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chumpYou...Yo, ***** that, yo turn this shit off manTurn this shit off, gBoom the new record on, knahmsayin?
