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REDMAN lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside

Tonight's Da Nite (Remix)

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Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy Word is bond, word is me Smokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and Check it out, whatcha want and Go on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks I'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can *bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim HELL NO Come back in to fatten to funky tracks Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch the clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh So on and on and let me kick the rab That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz I kill like that, plus I roll like that I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute the loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva Let me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah! Oh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it She wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass And lickin ya down to your clitoris Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus! Baby, cause I'm famous! Nope, I didn't mean that The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that


[Intro:] Awww yeah! We in the motherfuckin' place tonight! Show's about to start guys, everybody get to your seats Bronsolinio's comin' to the stage Mmm, knew about the local things what they all talkin' about [Verse 1:] Step in the door, Bronsolini, the mayor The kush replayer, 80 footsy pussy gushy slayer I'm a star and I'm a prove it Saw me in the foreign car, shorty had a movement Comin to your town, lockin' it down, rockin' it out I'm on fire there's no stoppin' it now, it's tournament edition Shorty on the arm annoint a man for fishin' Brussels eatin' breakfast in the Orient for chicken, listen Know my mother wanna see me win Slide the crack inside the slot you put your CD in Give a couple bucks, let me live, puff a dutch Cause ain't no motherfucker playin' me in Suckerpunch It's my time, no more standin' in line Now it's time to eat, paired up with the rarest of wine Hair red just like the meat, never careless with mine Play your part and stay sharp daddy, cherish your crime [Verse 2:] Aiyyo, you couldn't wait to hear this fly shit Shorty open up your thighs quick, smoke the pussy like a Thai stick My style is lovin' in the island by Dubai dick I leave my stash right on the floor cause this is my shit Intoxicatin' aroma, drugs rolled a diploma Beautiful wine, we in Sonoma yo The cheese plate, fish a pike out the lake Take a dyke on a date, she let me bite cause I'm an ape White limey, maneuver at night, fuck assumption Bronsolin' bring the truth to the light, that we the best And ain't no motherfucker tellin' me different Most talent and I practice, ain't no shock that I'm winnin' Double A all in it Known for sinnin' in cinnamon women in ten directions Cinderella pendants, the love flow tremendous All I got is myself so fuck a co-defendant Struck ass stripper, she tried to play me yo the whore's demented [Outro:] Bronsolinio, Amuse Bouche Just a little fuckin' taste of that mouth bitch

All Luv

featuring Fat Joe Lord Finesse Big L A.G. [Fat Joe] Welcome to the world of Joe flooded with thugs and hoes Real niggas drug dealers with villas in the show ??? parked in twenty car garages Living the largest with ??? garbage Shit I get down for mine Terror Squad run things in any town you can find New York New York big city of dreams Where there's nothing but for car bitches and ??? Say for cash fat pieces of hash Never giving a fuck, get your shit laced up The corrupt crutas wake me up to new crimes On news prime: gangster rapper goes nuts and won't sign Joey Crack's the rock, known for packing Macs and glocks Stay away from Little Pub cause his stacks is hot Shot, in the middle of the street Pretty boys don't sleep cause beauty is only skin deep [Lord Finesse] While you playing games, we claimin fame slaying dames The aim is to make Mo' Money like Damon Wayans You know our names, we don't play jokes You niggas ain't feeling us? You ain't supposed to, that's for gay folks You stay broke, we stay holding and stay rolling Rap a token, exploding, my game's golden Pockets swollen, we make the freaks stare Roll with some chocolate grimey niggas, but ain't nothing sweet here Keep clear, outta here so keep stepping Make hit records off of loops that's six seconds No question the cash tipper, the ass whipper Need a chick I can hang with, fuck you broads that wear glass slippers Bigger, city slicker, you cats follow me? Finesse is among the stars like astrology Greater knowledge, G, shit's wild, I flip styles On the mile, let me pass it off like Crystal [Fat Joe] Yo it's all love, thug niggas and all of the above Drug dealers, killer, niggas at the Player's Club Young ladies, sisters, rump shaking bitches Niggas on the Island rock 150 stitches (Repeat 2x) [Big L] Yo my cash flow don't get low, this jet increase And whoever tries to take mine will rest in peace Keep a stone look, peace to every known crook Not those who go to jail and can't hold they own and come home shook So hold on and prepare to get rolled on My crew robs every fag that walks through the Boneyard Cats who act rah rah will catch a jim star So those who fake the funk don't get far, pah Me and my clan parlay sipping Grand Marlet At a party at the bar is where we stand all day In '97 I'm bubbling, no more stuggling If I fall, it's back to selling drugs again and busting slugs in men No doubt, you know what I'm about The last slouch that walked through my block didn't make it out Because I stuck that nigga, then I bucked that nigga (I felt sorry for that nigga) I give a fuck, that nigga [A.G.] We be the bomb, baby, indeed I smoke weed Been ripping shit since the late 80's, so what you need? I was here before, that's why I rise and stand tall And send y'all back to the wall like I'm Darryl Straw The truth is, don't give a damn if you're ruthless Make it happen, I look at platinum niggas like Who's this? Word the the bloody city, Babylon will Die in inequities, project overkill Be in the future shining, gold with diamonds The nigga been used to climbing, my whole life Straight more, if it ain't rough, it ain't right We bring the heat, all you do is bark, we bite I'm authentic, and once I send it, it's unretrievalbe Like nuclear missles, I meant it, now it's time to lace this Off to the faceless Niggas get brushed up and ??? and face it

Get Off My Block

BUSTA RHYMES "When Disaster Strikes"
[Busta Rhymes] Just get off my block Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes, Flipmode Trilogy A yo, we ain't familiar at all nigga Don't like, go grab your gat and lets brawl at hall nigga Straight fallin, when we use to chill up on park benches My 20 block radius think we need some barb wire fences Stop bitch niggas like you from easily trespassing Nickel nine shine on your eye then you see fire blastin Get off my premises Aiyyo Lord is you a friend of his Mouth him back to John and show this nigga just who the winner is The presence of a small town I diminish and blemishes And my player amps out like a game on my little sega genesis, ha This inappropriate Fuck is we talkin for when we ain't even associates Ass lyrical beatings Straight trick or treating What ya eatin I ain't got no words for you Fuck speakinm ain't part of my crew Face look to brand new, who? Niggas ain't even aloud to send my pass through Can't chill on corner can't go up in my bull digger Chill before I call Dinco to grab the qanco sinco We don't give a fuck right now We be hi caliber shit Ya'll corny niggas must bow We do unforgivable shit We blow the spot any how, move Ready for battle cause I'm refusin to lose I'ma beat ya ass in front of nobody with nuthin to prove Live nigga shit right there Beware, stand clear Many y'all niggaz is welcome here [Chorus] Fuck is these niggas son Get off my block Yo I don't know none of these niggas du Get off my block Them niggas wanna sell there weed here Get off my block Yo how these unfamiliar corn balls Get off my block It's one of these niggas off my street corner Get off my block [Lord Have Mercy] Now who the fuck you beeeeee? Landlord Cradle la stainless for strangers Vigilante, trigga stampedes On the bulletproof hooded crews That lade this nigga ta hand breath Move you off the block The unorthodox general Flash flood when a crowd Patriotic for the intrepid style and wreck more kids than pedophiles Niggaaaaaaa, for ever trapped in danger Emaciate when I take my razor Sharp heards that scare herds Niggaaaaa, I'm from the wicked city When chickens twist trees and dick tease Breast feed, Betsy's with asthmatic chest wheeze Lord Have, cardiac arrest freeze Please, bastard handicap crews that stay soft It's mayor, Adolf School your army, ya squad weak Remove four camps when I say Pumpin arms like nor plants I conquer and hold Home sweet home down with monster control Still they in the cut like runnin the coal And still we must bring the ruckus to all you motherfuckers Automatically, assault and battery We battle thieves that get tragically slap to sleep to relax the beef Collapse like weak cancerous lungs Scatter, we numb Blind feelin nap with jarred villain that alarm buildings Con scrimmage, woke up a lot of children Dirty-ass Vietnam village I finish and outsuns Then fold, like Mr. Malcolm at the venetian blinds By all means necessary I reach for mine and lift golden showers from roof tops And give orders, rugged pound acre Drown violators in buckets of piss water [Chorus] - repeat 3X

Get Out The Way

(feat. I-20, Mystikal) [whistling] [Chorus 2x: Ludacris] Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way Move bitch, get out the way Get out the way bitch, get out the way [Ludacris] OH NO! The fight's out I'ma 'bout to punch yo...lights out Get the FUCK back, guard ya grill There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still I've been drankin' and bustin' two and I been thankin' of bustin' you Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead And if your friends jump in, Ohhh right , they'll be mo' dead Causin' confusion, Disturbin Tha Peace Since not into lution', we run in the streets So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers Is there a bumper on your ass? NO NIGGA! I'm doin' a hundred on the highway So if you do the speed limit, get the FUCK outta my way I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober and you about to get ran the FUCK over [Chorus] [Mystikal over second chorus] BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out BITCH! Watch out, watch out, watch out, move Here I come, there I go UH OH! Don't jump bitch, move You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd? Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through Hit the stage and knock the curtains down I fuck the crowd up - that's what I do Young and successful - a sex symbol The bitches want me to fuck - true true Hold up wait up, shorty Oh wazzzupp, get my dick sucked, what are yoouu doin'? besides minding my fuckin' bussiness Tryin' to get my payment for child support soon Give me that truck and take that rental back Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that? No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck But i'ma tell you like this bitch You better not walk in front of my tour bus [Chorus] [I-20 over second chorus] Bring it, get 'em Too bad I'm on the right track Beef, got the right mack Hit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right back We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out Grab the peels cuz we robbin' tonight Beat the shit outta security, for stoppin the fight I got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'cris I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz I'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P. And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P. Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your body Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party So move bitch, get out the way hoe All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0 So... [Chorus] [whistling]

It's Time

KURUPT "Kuruption"
[Kurupt] DV.... DV.. Yo we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt Representing both coasts what you roaming about? Verse 1: Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Fuck this who wanna bring the ruckus Yo I know they know they ain't fucking wit' no fucking suckers You's a live ass snitch, Well shame on the name we might bust your shit And throw mad game nigga and push your whip And shake them thangs and hit four, five six Below you ain't know get at me Sean Donn, Hemp dogg and moe It's a bomb type weed now I'ma count my dough The cops'll watch your do' So let them niggas and now they ain't know it befo' And if them niggas not swipe We'll grab the 4-4, Mag-num Cause I hate it when niggas act dumb Damn, why they make me wanna pull out a gun? First name's Camille, Camille's name be on When you creepin' on the real with my word is bond See catch me out in the night pouring style and form And that venomous shit is what my bitches be on Bitches, bitches be on My bitches, bitches be on Verse 2: Yo, yo, yo I'ma give you something in rhythm feel Ya'll need be loco, Dig a hole in you bolo Look out for dolo Especially if you acting brolo down for dolo On the creek and point anything sleep Ya'll can see it when we roll we coming Mobb Deep We be coming, on the regular we be coming Baby what? tearing shit up with your worry Making me deam stacking up that man for CREAM Torch the green have you all open like beam Hear me ya'll so 'n when you gimme yo just gimme that microphone I been the baddest run down your digits Shorty gettin' played like a midget Aiyyo, I'm in it you wid it for me and my bitches Need 'em to throw your pitches having you leaving your misses What I got to do is this, hand me your business, step off my premises, Or things are gonna get serious and devious, WE BRAVE, And we can drive you all insane like Johnny Blaze Yeah we always Bring The Pain and Misdemeanour Know we can't stand the rain Let's bring the pesos stack 'em up by the case load Cause we can reload, cock back and explode Cock back and explode Cock back and explode Cock back and explode Chorus: Aiyyo, we trying to make the cash ya'll wid out a doubt Representing both coasts what you roaming about? Verse 3: I'm in the south ya'll going all 'bout cha'll The name is the Python you know what I'm about ya'll Yo, yo, yo, I pop bras like Bruno I take your money from shooting rap to uno Used to rock to minudo one of them was kinda cute though I had a crush like a DAT now I try to master phones like that Carolina be my home town Still living with my parents even though I'm grown now Time to roam now I don't think that ya'll can handle us Made our mark in the East now we hitting Los Angeles You can't delust a man wid lust When I been up on the mic you can never get enough Make you palms wet and I ain't even gettin' calm yet Clear the premises time to make another bomb threat Chorus Verse 4: Kurupt I'm from the West ya'll Bringing niggas stress ya'll Forget the strapping now you settle wit the best ya'll Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, This is one time that I ain't playing wit niggas The homey stomped it and I'm spraying with niggas I got the cash to have keys to blast You a sucker nigga, Sucker punk MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA I DON'T GIVE A FUCK MOTHERFUCKER NIGGA Trying to strip me a my Vans that's all I gather man Mr. Matter of fact, Calicos and dates What you want to get your shit lit to Blaze Like Johnny you can play like Ricky Davoni But you ain't a player nigga ain't got the heart to lay a nigga Automatic spray a nigga, Soon as I came went like calm in the Grand Bustin dumb dumbs leaving niggas numb I don't give a fuck where the fuck you're from If it ain't about loot then I'ma shoot and run What you supposed to be, Raw? Raw is as raw does it ain't raw dog Bust a five star dog, I want all ya'll I know the niggas know where the weed be It's the live shit need to be Fucking round in my decent (nigga) Hitting motherfuckers like a vic (nigga) Saturate like a sieve (nigga) Take a toke and get blown Ya'll step up and watch your homey explode 'n unload 'xplode and unload 'xplode and unload 'xpload and unload Chorus Verse 5: We from the East ya'll bringin on the piece ya'll Dirty kid wanna hit that wid a leash ya'll I be the mic wrecker, Spinner One coming through wid the double decker Double pound in your crew Uhhh, Forced to recognise make arrive Don't have to par and block you we just break you down to normal size You couldn't shine if you had the sun in your back You wack, I burn you down like I corner that Doggy, QB style you know my steeze I'm on the kill now with my Queen Killa Bees Viper, break more backs than Paul Backland in Kahkland Nigga deny drama could happen First test my skills I came to rap shit for real Venom Squad be the only squad that be ill First of all I ride your back like a jackass Jack still loose on the chaka with the L Coming from the East representing both sides Kurupt, the Venoms, that's how we keep it tight Yo, we trying to make the cash ya'll without a doubt Representing both coasts what you roaming about? [Kurupt] Yo I'm from the West ya'll Busting cuz a stress ya'll Fuck the best ya'll Motherfuck the rest-a ya'll niggas Chorus (3x) Gangsta style... Uhh, Uhh Protect ya Neck Massive Poison plants

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