Redman - Soopaman Luva 5 (Part II) lyrics

[Redman] Aiyyo yo f** that! Aiyyo I gotta find my motherf**in mojo Aiyyo Reggie Noble, aiyyo Reggie Noble c'mere n***a! 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) C'mon, 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 can't fly like I wanna But this case is easy, find that motherf**er that couldn't wait to be me, put his face on TV From the tec blow, I asked my ex-hoes Pa** off some info for a pair of X.O.'s Write the check low, I don't do that I told you that sh** before when I boned your back Now I'm back to square one, and everybody hatin So I popped the flare gun, now they all escapin Ran into Gator, from (Jungle Fever) He's my people and my neighbor, I said I need a favor He said for ten dollars, and for ten Whoppers from Burger King, I'll tell you the n***a 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 f** goin on? A white guy interruptin my f** flowin on? So I copped some new ammo, reloaded my flare gun Stalkin like Rambo, mixed with Commando Gator pushed the ten-speed bike, I'm on the handle Crashed into somethin cause he high off my man blow I jumped up and backtracked myself Who's the last hoe I f**ed or throat I cut? I said wait a minute, yo, that b**h Jane on the prowl again I bet she up to no good, actin foul again Yeah, yeah, it ain't nuttin, I get her if I want her Matter of fact I'm 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 f**in all the way from the bottom I'm like, damn she yellin! Kinda made me jealous Knocked on the door enraged like a broke-a** rapper, at a label that ain't toured in days Do it clown, before I count to four now Cause if I hit five them flares'll 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 MOTHERfu*kERS, I jumped on Jane back I WANT THE CHEESE MOTHERfu*kERS, 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 "Where's that motherf**in white guy she was f**in?" then right out the blue (CLANG!) Owww! [birds chirpin] Who dat? Who dere? .. (this program will be continued)