Redman

Redman - Rated 'r' lyrics

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Don't hold me back  the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
 with a rap  that's shittin on the story of Jack Sprat
 So put your money where your mouth is  watch Redman house shit
 And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('Damn!')
 I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails
 Word to ?Jamel?  my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
 I'm not a warrior or Bavarian type of nigga
 I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister
 That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond
 Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role ?
 Cause every since I was an infrant I was different
 Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it
 I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step
 cause she hit me with a left, then another left
 That's why my brain is out of order
 because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
 And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit
 then carve my name in your pavement
 I was Rated 'X' but I flexed
 I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level
 Ain't that ill? That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill
 from a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
 Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit
 What's the flavor ?Tim? (Fuck what you heard, this rated R)

 Chorus: repeat 4X

 "I'm rated R, this is a warning" -- Rakim
 "Boy you can't fuck with me!!" -- Ice Cube

 Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend
 mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends
 And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk
 and tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)
 Got Naughty in my Nature plus I'm down with O.P.P.
 The best part about it, I got AIDS, bitch!
 Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women
 cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin
 I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip
 (Yo Red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)
 I had a fight with Chuck, the punk motherfuck
 tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (BING!)
 Snapped the neck on Michael Myers then I freaked it; cause it was August
 and he was talkin this trick or treat shit (Trick or treat!)
 Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block
 143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop
 Norman Bates work the night shift late
 Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake
 Bust a maneuver Freddy Kruger, dreamed about
 me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up
 That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw
 Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar
 So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate
 my rap style, so to cut em off I truncate
 And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up
 with the one-two punch, like servin a customer
 And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
 Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from
 I know, from me, THE original P-Funk
 See ya next LP chump!

 Chorus
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Author: James Brown, Reggie Noble

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels

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Released in: 1993

Language: English

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