- REDMAN Soopaman Luva 5 (Part II) 歌詞
- REDMAN
- Aiyyo yo fuck that
Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin mojo
Aiyyo Reggie Noble, aiyyo Reggie Noble cmere nigga
Aiyyo start it off while I tell you how it went down
Yo, yo
Put the drop down, get your smoke on
Get your feel on, are you feeling?
Get your girl on, get your squeeze on
Get your bus on, are you chilling?
Are you wheeling, are you feeling?
How you feeling, and we gon hooo-oooh-ooh
Tell me what you doin
Cmon, yo yo-yo yo, yo yo
I had to put the mash down, throw the cash around
Stay focused, on the case put the hash down
Jetted through the air about five miles per hour
My mojo gone I cant fly like I wanna
But this case is easy, find that motherfucker that
Couldnt wait to be me, put his face on TV
From the tec blow, I asked my ex-hoes
Pass off some info for a pair of X.O.s
Write the check low, I dont do that
I told you that shit before when I boned your back
Now Im back to square one, and everybody hatin
So I popped the flare gun, now they all escapin
Ran into Gator, for Jungle Fever
Hes my people and my neighbor, I said I need a favor
He said for ten dollars, and for ten Whoppers
From Burger King, Ill tell you the nigga who gotcha
Gave him what he wanted plus the extra large fry
He said blue eyes, blonde hair, a white guy
I said what the fuck goin on?
A white guy interruptin my fuck flowin on?
So I copped some new ammo, reloaded my flare gun
Stalkin like Rambo,mixed with Commando
Gator pushed the ten-speed bike, Im on the handle
Crashed into somethin cause he high off my man blow
I jumped up and backtracked myself
Whos the last hoe I fucked or throat I cut?
I said wait a minute, yo, that bitch Jane on the prowl again
I bet she up to no good, actin foul again
Yeah, yeah, it aint nuttin, I get her if I want her
Matter of fact Im gonna cause she live around the corner
I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my armor
Cause she bring drama like Jeffrey Dahmer
But I heard fuckin all the way from the bottom
Im like, damn she yellin kinda made me jealous
Knocked on the door enraged
Like a broke-ass rapper, at a label that aint toured in days
Do it clown, before I count to four now
Cause if I hit five them flaresll blow your door down
I heard the zipper zip up, and they was tryin to run
So I re-clipped the clip up , and blew it before one
Freeze motherfuckers, I jumped on Jane back
I want the cheese motherfuckers and my name back
We tusslin, fightin, bitin skin and rustlin
Slaps in the face, chokes with the belt buckle
And her knees bucklin, I thought to myself
Wheres that motherfuckin white guy she was fuckin, then
Right out of the blue
Who dat? Who dere?
Jerry Springer, is that you?
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