Redman - Tonight's Da Night (remix) lyrics

Who wanna have a motherf**in' 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, well get to bang, rockin' my thang Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, hey Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black tecs and knapsacks I'm known for smokin' a**-cracks til I get a** flashbacks So all my n***az if you're f**in damage let me hear ya you can Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo now did you catch a victim? hell no Come back in to fatten to funky tracks Blast a motherf**er until you're peekin' through his back Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill sh** I rock it til, b**hes start givin up that punany Pajamies, up the coochie, pa** the clit, pa** the loose sh** Then boo-yaa, I gave you another shot of the good sh** Don't believe me why your p**y breathin' hard enough to pinch The cli*oris, dangle it from my co*k I don't feel sh** So check me the original joe pesky freak the s**y I got more gadgets than the inspector, go-go jet-skis Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes Grab you for your loot, wrap my f**in' chain around your tooth 'Cause, that's the way it goes when tonight's da night 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***a, rollin' right Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when I ran through more n***az, than any kid that was adopted Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my co*k, quick cause it's stopped which Makes the soopaman luva get stockings by the flocks b**h, hrrrahhh So on and on and let me kick the rab That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your f**in' a** You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, f** 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 For fozzy patsi I bring sad days to n***az constantly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school I'm f**in' Madonna down to smurfette down one down to m'bufu Funks formatic, the fat sh**, the wicked basket from caskets Plus I'm rollin' blunts with n***az ashes Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper I deserve an Oscar for pullin' glocks out n***az mouths 'cause I k** like that, plus I roll like that I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even bo knows that But f** that, we drop 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 nost to rock the block Hittin n***az upside the head with rocks in socks, Glock on co*k Back, trigger-hap, p p p rockin' that unity Motherf**er! yeah yeah motherf**ers, it's on it's on it's on Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care And if you haven't been f**ed, by the soopaman luva Let me hear you say, oh yeah yeah! Oh yeah yeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant Facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats Flick slaps 'em back, come on and f**in' 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 lickin' your a** And lickin' ya down to your cli*oris Do you remember this, b**h, I know you're kinda hearin' this Style that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your an*s! Baby, 'cause I'm famous! Nope, I didn't mean that The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that