Erick Sermon - Wrong 4 Dat lyrics

[Redman] This is WKYA, We Kickin Yo' Ass radio All you motherf**ers out there that wanna get down with the pound Put your motherf**in pounds up, and start bustin the motherf**ers Am I too loud for this motherf**er? Turn me down a little bit Yeah yeah yeah Yo, first of all I'm a grown-a** man, pay my own bills Stated own real, haters gon' feel Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue You bounty hunters be on the chase for Joe Young I won't slip, keep pink slips to my car I'm raw like sushi bars on bougie broads I retrieve the money, dawg labrador Ray Charles can see it, and Stacy Lattisaw You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin Don't be the next vinyl cut to _Urban Legend_ I can feel where you at, when I pound you up You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up My crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the Porsche If you b**hes ain't happy, then get a divorce I'mma do what I want, cause my time is now Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the back b**h feet out the back, system beat out the track Am I wrong for dat? (If that's what you like) Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I guess not) Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub Beatin down security cause I don't give a f** Am I wrong for dat? (Mmm mmm) Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!) Yo Keith, yo yo Keith {*sound of jail door opening*} [Keith Murray] I copped the whole box, went half with Reginald Hollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came free And you ain't gotta believe me, f** bein nervous Far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service What do we have here? Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear Have his whole body shakin in fear Stormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flames A few ashes, when they an*lyze your remains I live in the streets, reside with the toolie I k** you like it's part of my religious duty Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug Even females who think they thugs Trigger the release of adrenaline When I'm gangsta-trippin like the Bloods'n'Crips'n'them Unleash the matter of energy, k**in 'em Why'd you do it? Because I wasn't feelin them! [Redman] If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh) With a shabby haircut, pants I wore for days Am I wrong for dat? (I don't think so) C'mon b**h, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!) Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh) When they playin my song a** spill out the thong Am I wrong for dat? (Got that big a**) Am I wrong for dat? (Tchk, nooo) I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang p**y To that bang to the p**y the beat, beat And if yo', b**h ain't sippin that Cristal sh** Then she might be leavin with D, D I got a hairy-a** chest, like Austin Powers That b**h that "Stan" drowned, I f**ed around with her Act like a man, stand on your own two Doc takin it all, f** who it belong to