Redman - Tonight's Da Night

[00:01.05] Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove [00:03.70] Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise [00:06.31] Around the planet, pack em in like Janet [00:08.94] Jackson, she's askin if I can slam it [00:11.50] I'm... [00:13.04] (Hurricane G) [00:14.02] Yo yo Redman! Man what the FUCK man? [00:15.57] Get the FUCK off that. punk smoov shit man! [00:19.01] Get with that ROUGH shit man, you know how we do! [00:21.23] (Redman) [00:21.92] Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tech nine [00:25.53] By the waistline, kickin the hype shit [00:27.71] I never claim to be the best type of rapper [00:30.34] But hafta, show them motherfuckers what I'm after [00:33.28] I'm after the gold, then after that the platinum [00:35.60] Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat son [00:38.58] Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name? [00:41.68] It's the Redman on the funk thang [00:43.75] Psyche, you're motherfuckin right, tonight's the night [00:46.04] To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite [00:48.99] The work perfected, when the funk been ejected [00:51.44] I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split [00:54.41] Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don't front [00:57.09] On the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stomped [00:59.85] I'm not a addict, more like Puff than Magic [01:02.32] Then pass it when I'm through cause my crew gots to have it [01:05.12] I don't claim to be a big rap star [01:07.54] Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar [01:10.38] So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin [01:12.84] Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggaz ain't playin [01:15.78] Fat black bitch! Nasty. [01:18.82] [01:21.14] Bush bear, booga breath bitch [01:24.04] Nasty, talk to your tits bitch [01:26.59] With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles [01:31.69] Turned up shoes havin ass. [01:34.35] Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker! [01:36.34] You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze [01:39.31] Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese [01:42.43] Fuck the smoov shit, I get down wit the boom bip [01:45.16] Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoe's kick [01:47.75] But tonight's the night what I write tonight [01:50.25] This type of funk with the flavor like Mike'n'Ike's [01:53.10] Hanging out wit my niggaz, my niggaz [01:55.56] The {Pack Pistol Posse} keep they fingers on the triggers [01:58.10] I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highway [02:01.49] Blunt system pumps cause it's Friday [02:03.66] Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise [02:06.28] Cause, we can do that black, so get the bozack jack [02:08.77] Remember, I do the type of evil that men do [02:11.32] Like cursin out my window at a bitch and her friend too [02:14.12] So turn the volume up a notch [02:15.87] And watch the ba-BUMP, ba-BUMP, make ya speakers pop [02:19.46] That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump [02:22.04] Jump, jump, jump. jump, jump, jump [02:25.16] But if you want to see a fly but frantic [02:27.21] Cool romantic, more Slick=er than my man Rick [02:30.26] You better check the Yellow Pages under smoov shit [02:33.28] Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit [02:35.37] Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?) [02:38.95] To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run [02:41.03] Nasty fuckin greenthumb Jolly Green niggaz [02:44.64] Tango mango, pickin havin ass [02:46.80] Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass [02:50.00] [02:52.48] Johnny Cash, afro havin [02:56.04] Jack of Spades, boots havin [02:59.19] Tony Danza, shoes wearin ass! [03:00.73] B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand [03:04.38] My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam [03:07.41] I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts [03:09.86] I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump [03:13.05] You... [03:14.16] Yo, fuck that, yo turn this shit off man [03:16.52] Turn this shit off, G [03:18.45] Boom the new record on, knahmsayin? [03:19.63]