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redman - tonight's da nite (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
who wanna have a motherf-ckin’ 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, boogie da bang, rockin’ my thang
funkadelic hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy

[verse 1]
microphone check, i walk around the street with black tecs and knapsacks
i’m known for smokin’ -ss-cracks ’til i get -ss flashbacks
so all my n-ggas up your f-ckin’ jammies let me hear ya l1ck ’em
-bo bo bo bo bo bo bo- now did you catch the victim? h-ll no
come back in to fatten to funky tracks
blast a motherf-cker until you’re peekin’ through his back
’cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill sh-t
i rock it ’til, b-tches start givin’ up that punany
put jammies up the coochie, p-ss the cl-t, p-ss the loose sh-t
then boo-yaa, i gave you another shot of the good sh-t
don’t believe me? why your p-ssy breathin’ hard and on tilt, b-tch?
your cl-toris, danglin’ from my c-ck, i don’t feel sh-t
so check me, the original joe pesky freak the s-xy
i got more gadgets than the inspector, go-go jet-skis
then swoop through your troops, knock the boots on your groups
rob ya for your loot, wrap my f-ckin’ 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 n-ggas rollin’ right
blunts by the boxes, i smuggle in chocolate thai to get me high with
i ran through more n-ggas than any kid that was adopted
plus an ostrich couldn’t swallow my c-ck, quick ’cause it’s stock which
makes the soopaman luva get stockings by the flocks, b-tch
hooahh…so on and on and let me kick the wrath
that light skinned brother with mad shaft up your f-ckin’ -ss

[chorus]
(“i can’t wait to get it on”)
(“tonight’s da night, and me and my n-ggas ain’t playin'”)
on with slang, boogie da bang, rockin’ my thang
(“i can’t wait to get it on”)
(“tonight’s da night, and me and my n-ggas ain’t playin'”)
on with slang, boogie da bang, rockin’ my thang
(“i can’t wait to get it on”)
(“tonight’s da night, and me and my n-ggas ain’t playin'”)
on with slang, boogie da bang, rockin’ my thang
(“i can’t wait to get it on”)
(“tonight’s da night, and me and my n-ggas ain’t playin'”)
funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant

[verse 2]
you wanna see me get cool
the original rude bwoy, f-ck 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
f-ck fonzie, potsie, i bring sad days to n-ggas constant…ly!
freak funkadelic phrases ’cause i choose to
i’m f-ckin’ madonna down to smurfette down one down to m’fufu
funks formatic, the fat sh-t, the wicked basket from caskets
plus i’m rollin’ blunts with n-ggas ashes
smoke on the choke, light a toke until it’s proper
i deserve an oscar for pullin’ glocks out n-ggas mouths ’cause
i k!ll like that, plus i roll like that
i’m that guy with cerebral palsy, even bo knows that
but f-ck that, we jumped in 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 knots to rock the block
hittin’ n-ggas upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on c-ck
back, trigger-hap, p p p rockin’ in unity
motherf-cker! yeah yeah motherf-ckers, it’s on it’s on it’s on

[outro]
throw your hands in the air, and wave ’em like you just don’t care
and if you haven’t been f-cked by the soopaman luva
let me hear you say, oh yay-yuh! (that’s only for the hoes!)
come on, oh yay-yuh! (that’s only for the hoes)
funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant
facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats
fl1ck slaps ’em back, come on and f-ckin’ 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 l1ckin’ your -ss
and l1ckin’ ya down to your cl-toris
do you remember this, b-tch? i know you’re kinda hearin’ this
style that i’m kickin’, yes i’m mad wicked
funkadelic runs the mad train up your -n-s!
baby, ’cause i’m famous!
nope, i didn’t mean that
the mean fat black fat tracks and on teams that
i’m on team strapped, sports a bean hat
want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain’t gon’ mean that
(“ba-bump, ba-bump”) (“ba-bump, ba-bump”)
(“ba-bump, ba-bump”) (“ba-bump, ba-bump”)

- redman

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