Redman - Hey Ladies lyrics

[Redman] Yo yo.. {Chorus 2X: Redman and Lady Luck} [R] HEY LADIEEEES!! [L] Luck's the name [L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs [R] HEY LADIEEEES!! [L] Yo, you n***as can't stop me [L] This chick is co*ky with the big body papi bought me [Lady Luck] n***a I be, that chick that'll brawl with a dude Strut around nose up with a attitude Flaunt j**els, haunt crews, Luck is bad news Pull 'em out a tool, show ya what a MAC'll do Aim for your North Face coat Or put three up in your small face and a couple up in your throat Far from a joke, AND it's that time of the month My n***as came to the party drunk, gettin it crunk They say it's, type foul how I look at life now Slumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fle Type wild, lifestyle, dizzy off Cris-tal Talk with a lisp now, walk with a limp now MUST be a pit now, I'm always with my man Grand in my hand just signed to Def Jam Along with Nia Long lookin for "The Best Man" Lay up in the wet sands when not in the 'luxe Land n***a uhh [Redman] Yo yo.. {Chorus} [Lady Luck] You heard the flow's lava And little momma spit it hotter than the enchilada Foot to the floor, whip the Jag like a stunt driver {*SCREEE!*} The Glock right beside her And Shannon Scholar follow and we came to lock the block up You heard "blaka blaka" coward get your coke and rocks up Somebody call the cops up, need vice squad to stop up Doin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppa How I look; fallin in love and then Luck get knocked up? I need a brolic n***a (uhh) hydraulic n***a (uhh) Swervin from the feds, ridin coke pilin n***a I'm never silent n***a, Luck get kinda violent n***a The type to snatch you out your car and take your wallet n***a (Get outta there!) I roll with cuz-ons, fam get your thug on (Why not?) Type to beat a n***a down if he mug wrong Every time, Luck mix coke in every line And stop askin n***a yeah I write my own rhymes [Redman] Yo yo.. {Chorus} [Lady Luck] n***a I be, that chick that have you eatin through an IV {*beep, beep, FLATLINE*} You cowards try me I'll let the slugs fly free Where the rocks be? Where the jocks be? You grab a Glock and let it pop if you gon' stop me I'm probably hot, the Goddess in here Better spit your hardest this year, I'm starvin this year Regardless who here, Luck gon' murder the flow You broke-a** n***as act like you allergic to dough Never get none n***a let your lip run And watch my clique come, co*k back and spit one (blaow!) Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum (uhh) And every time I rock, watch my pockets thick-en Y'all ride dick on any cat that can buy the P-rada And scatter my motto why bother when Luck about dollars Female rap Tony Montana bubble like saunas Bring the armor make your block look like a tiny Pearl Harbor You wants no drama [Redman] Yo yo.. {Chorus} {Chorus} - 1/2X [Redman] HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the f** out (wild the f** out) Dumb the f** out (dumb the f** out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the f** out (wild the f** out) Dumb the f** out (dumb the f** out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the f** out (wild the f** out) Dumb the f** out (dumb the f** out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the f** out (wild the f** out) Dumb the f** out (dumb the f** out) [Lady Luck] Luck's the name Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs Yo, you n***as can't stop me This chick is co*ky with the big body papi bought me