Redman

Redman - Soopaman Lova Iv lyrics

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YO! Call me Soopaman Luva the rude bwoy
 That nigga SWV loose they cool for
 Ha ha ha  ha ha  ha hah!
 Ah hah AH HAH ah hah AH HAH
 Ah hahahaha hah ha

 Yo yo  I'm usually flyin through the motherfuckin air
 but the utility belt on my underwear need repairs
 So I be in back of the bus unwrappin a Dutch
 Left court for child support  bitch attackin my bucks (WHY?)
 They wanna fuck with certified private eye
 Every week, check stubs to show the judge I got a job
 Damn this; Soopaman used to stack them chips
 Now I'm broke cause little kids riding Batman dick
 I'm not a hater but the Caped Crusader blockin my dough
 And I'll let off before I push broom on HBO for Mr. Show
 I'm critically acclaimed; but the press'll fuck my name up
 Police is lookin for me, call the mayor he'a hang up
 Nowhere to run to and Brownstone even know it
 So I pack the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit
 No game; slappin all hoes who got the fame
 Then I rob em with chickens who got phone bills in they mama name
 (You've been framed!) Yeah yeah I know I gotta go out
 So I'm shuttin the game down like 30 nuthin blowout
 I rip the flow out, from the ceiling, if I spot cash peel it
 Soopaman Luva gon' switch to Soopaman Villain

 [Dave Hollister]
 Soopaman! Roll up a L for me
 Know I got to pack the heat (sing that shit Dave)
 Cause niggaz tryin to fuck with me
 (Who am I?)
 Soopaman! Flyin through the air high
 Smokin on that bom-baa
 I don't give a fuck if I die
 (Who am I?)

 [Redman]
 Yo yo, I'm back on deck, I never lost the pep in my step
 Ride in the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
 I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest
 Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left on the next
 corner, get out and let the 30-30 cock the loogie
 Tryin to set me up like Jim Kelly, MUY, MUY
 Before I hit somebody they say, "We ain't do it!"
 I believe them these the same niggaz I grew up in the hood wit

 Yo yo yo, what's today's date?
 ...
 Shh, December 8th?
 Man today my god damn day off
 Yo I'm outta here
 ...
 Yeah, yeah yeah yeah right papi
 I'll slap the shit out you
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Copyrights:

Author: Johnny Guitar Watson, Reggie Noble

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Doc's da Name 2000 (1998)

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