Tech N9ne - Red Rags Lyrics
Some gangsta's wanna head blast, cuz I run with the red rags[Intro - Tech N9ne:]Free Uno Ace Capone.The homie Keith Fudge, I got your back homieLETS GO![Hook - Tech N9ne:]Crew, Su-wuNigga that's what we doWho, be youIf you want funk me too[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]I'm bool as a bubumberLaces in my shoes makin you wonderAm I gonna act a fool or bring your crew thunderThinkin I pack the tool don't wanna use on herI ain't trippin when the old days got my mind glitchinLike different signs that ain't my kind got they 9's whistlinLike a nigga wanna find this and strip clips till my wines drippinBut nobody wanna do no crime they just talkin about rhyme spittinWhen I'm at the movies, careful how you steppin to meCause I think who's starin at me wanna do meCause I'm flamed up and Soo woo-eyDead crash, my head's badCause I be thinking some gangstas wanna head blastCause I run with the red rags[Hook][Verse 2 - Kutt Calhoun:]I'm a mother*****ing animal, red devil, TasmanianBangins' in my cranium, deuce click and five claimin itKansas City thang, from two clips at my range is bandana dangerousYou's crip when I'm sayin' it?It's Soo-Woo business, then yous through niggaBlood? I don't give a ***** if I knew you niggaThat's that 85 mentality, victim of your realityCatchin, pumpin' that 7-11 in your fatalitiesIt's another nigga's wake-up, smoke water and drank upHeavenly, blocks flames from 20's to the seventiesIt's ballers tuckin' fed cash, to get you dead fastGangstas to head blast cause I run with the red flags![Hook][Verse 3 - Jay Rock:]Uh, I'm just bicken back and bein' boolYou don't this feelin, look you *****in with the realestNo, gloves no, mask look you know we bout to kill itDisrespect us will get your mami pinned to the ceilinThis is still holdin hemi's even when I'm in my jammiesNiggas wanna catch me slippin leave me sleepin like a mamiPlus they still sendin this, haters wanna pack me outBunch of internet bustas always wanna run they mouthI ain't trippin still, thuggin for [?][Hook][Verse 4 - Big Scoob:]Signed up, suited and booted, old nigga, ready for warLayin back, stackin cake, but it don't take much to activateSnatch it back and act innate, reignin' down the hand of godChopper get to sang a nigga smokin like his elder barForgive me Lord I'm trynna keep it coolBut I'm a old nigga with a quick fuse, quick to smell the ***** in dudesHard to walk in Scooby's shoes, do the shit that Scooby doFi' block, a general, I done paid my *****in duesNigga this the life I chose, ***** that, life I chooseStill livin gang rules check the laces in these shoesGangsta nigga through and through, tried tested been approvedOn blood, one love, nigga what, soo-woo[Hook x2]
