Tonight’s Da Night Lyrics – Redman
Singer: Redman
Title: Tonight’s Da Night
Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Around the planet, pack em in like Janet
Jackson, she’s askin’ if I can slam it
I’m—
Get the f#ck off that…punk smooth sh#t, man!
Get with that rough sh#t, man; you know how we do!
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin’ the hype sh#t
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But have to, show them m#th*rf#ck*rs what I’m after
I’m after the gold, then after that, the platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son
Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, what my name?
Psyche, you’re motherf#ckin’ right, tonight’s the night
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
The work perfected, when the funk been injected
I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split
Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don’t front
On the block, ’cause when you do front, brothers are gettin’ stomped
I’m not an addict, more like Puff the Magic
Then pass it when I’m through ’cause my crew…
(GOTS TO HAVE IT)
I don’t claim to be a big rap star
‘Cause no matter who you are, you’ll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what I’m sayin’
‘Cause tonight’s the night and me and my n#gg#s ain’t playin’
Fat black b#tch! Nasty
Bush bear, booga breath b#tch
Nasty, talk to your t#ts b#tch
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin’ #ss
Lemming leprechaun haircut m#th*rf#ck*r!
You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
‘Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
f#ck the smooth sh#t, I get down with the boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
But tonight’s the night what I write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike ‘n’ Ike’s
Hanging out with my n#gg#s, my n#gg#s
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers
I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin’, rollin’ down the highway
Blunt system pumps ’cause it’s Friday
Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
‘Cause, we can do that black, so “Get the Bozack”, Jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Like cursin’ out my window at a b#tch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP, make ya speakers pop
That’s the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump
Jump, jump, jump…jump, jump, jump
But if you want to see a fly but frantic
Cool romantic, more slicker than my man Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth sh#t
‘Cause Red ain’t down for the b#llsh#t
n#gg#s f#cked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get on the mic and let my f#ckin’ style run
Nasty f#ckin’ green thumb Jolly Green n#gg#s
Tango mango, pickin’ havin’ #ss
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin’ #ss
Johnny Cash, afro havin’
Jack of Spades, boots havin’
Tony Danza, shoes wearin’ ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
You—
Yo, f#ck that, yo, turn this sh#t off, man
Turn this sh#t off, G
Boom the new record on, knahmsayin’?
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