redman - why u mad
[intro: redman]
hey, big seth, these n_ggas mad, n_gga
grind time, n_gga
oh, why you mad son?
these n_ggas and chicks be walkin’ around all night and sh_t
why you mad n_gga?
ayo, you mad n_gga (why you mad motherf_cker?)
let’s go, aye
[verse 1: redman]
i wake up, wash the b_lls, and it’s grind time
while i’m here, i take it back like your hairline
i came up from hidin’ weed in my bantams
now i’m electric, the block know i chaka khan
high school chicks said, red to never make it
now they old ass in my gram, gettin’ naked
f_ck you, i’m trying to maximilian
cash me, whipping a ride, i’m uncle willie’s son (let it go)
broke n_ggas stay yappin’ like they get the bag
plottin’ on your downfall with they snitchin’ ass
if his boys get him gas, then he gets mad
just know i keep the sticks like white boy rick dad
boy, i love provin’ haters wrong (yeah)
livin’ my best life, i learned from lil duval (waddup?)
my money three feet tall, but i got respect
and you rich, and i’m not impressed
eat a duval
[chorus: redman]
ayo, put your hands up in the sky (c’mon)
a lot of people mad, and don’t ask me why (c’mon)
you say that you a boss, but your nose in mine
why you looking all mad? ’cause you’re dyin’ tryin’
are you mad, n_gga? (why you mad, bro?)
are you mad, n_gga? (why you mad, f_cker?)
[verse 2: mr. cream & redman]
i’m mr. cream, and i’m a brick city bad boy
tongue out, middle finger to the tabloids
i can give it to these n_ggas like they asked for it
then pull up like, f_ck, boy, what you mad for? (why you mad, n_gga?)
they poked a bear, and i’m woke now
with my three, five, seven out of oak town
i can turn your lobby city to a ghost town (let’s go)
set up shop, then gilla shut the coast down (coast down)
ha, i’m something special, keep an eye on me
plus, i got a pack of mammals that’ll ride for me
and honestly, i hear him talkin’, it don’t bother me (nah)
i modestly turn this b_tch into a robbery (let’s go, cream)
it’s gilla house until my veins pop
and where they test, they get left in the same spot
mr. cream, get mad if you wanna
i promise ain’t no future if you’re f_ckin’ up my commas
[chorus: redman]
ayo, put your hands up in the sky (c’mon)
a lot of people mad, and don’t ask me why (c’mon)
you say that you a boss, but your nose in mine
why you looking all mad? ’cause you’re dyin’ tryin’
are you mad, n_gga? (why you mad, bro?)
are you mad, n_gga? (why you mad, f_cker?)
[verse 3: runt dawg & redman]
my n_gga, get off your ass and get on your grind
and stop cryin’ about the same sh_t all the time (yeah)
you whinin’, complainin’ ass n_ggas be the lamest (yeah)
your hugs and handshakes as fake as your chain is (hater)
it’s written all over your face
a body shot will have you sh_ttin’ all over the place
n_ggas turn super ugly when they see my squad
they b_tch ass get mad, wanna key my car (it’s gilla)
we get it popping like two choppers
shoot like tupac when he heard who shot ya (feel me)
step in the hood, better check in with us
i’m the plug for the bud and the mexican mud
now you all mad
mr. mean mug, so gangsta
ay bro, check out my mixtape
no thank you (f_ck outta here)
i laugh at y’all little amateurs
stay with your day job, you motherf_ckin’ janitor
fix your face
[chorus: redman]
ayo, put your hands up in the sky (c’mon)
a lot of people mad, and don’t ask me why (c’mon)
you say that you a boss, but your nose in mine
why you looking all mad? ’cause you’re dyin’ tryin’
are you mad, n_gga? (why you mad, bro?)
are you mad, n_gga? (why you mad, f_cker?)
let’s go
[outro]
75 degrees on the east coast
85 degrees on the west coast
95 degrees in miami
as we take y’all on a ride in the w2 album
but y’all know what it’s time for
let’s get to the story of soopaman lover
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