Redman

Redman - What U Lookin' 4 songtekst

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Who dat wit skull tattooes and his nose runny
 It's me  that funky MC  the Rrr ah E
 Indubitably  I'm Jersey down to Mitentry
 Officer  you're hawkin the  ninety three Landcruise
 When it's real criminals  you should be watchin for
 Get off my dick for what you don't got
 Plus you probably never licked a shot on your block
 Walkin to my car witcha nine out the holster
 Put your hands on the steering wheel like ya sposed ta
 I cooperate don't give the redneck no hassle
 Because too many mistakes be happening to black folk

 

 I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?
 Can't a young man make money anymore?
 Hah hah, leave ya butt naked...
 I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?
 Can't a young man make money anymore?

 Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the cop is riffin
 Damn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-in
 But it's alright cause me and my niggaz roll tight
 We all think alike, we jump out whoever packin pipe
 Don't they know who's the freak from the East?
 I get faded like Chong and Cheech without bleach
 And started spittin game 'fore these cops start to reach
 on these creeps, showin mentality from the streets
 Even though we had a half a pound by the seats
 My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat
 Since one cop was white the otha was a brotha
 I pulled out my tape and front page of the cover
 of The Source, told him me and Janet's on tour
 Broke it down to who's my boss and who I rap for
 Plus them niggaz, EPMD
 Put me D, now I'm runnin with the Green Eyed B
 A-N-D-I-T, and Def Squad camp
 Here's your Def Jam tickets and your autograph
 Now haul ass, I got a meetin bout seven
 Basically I'm saying bye bye like Guy

 

 My license, been suspended, for about five years
 The system got my ass in the jam
 Can't even ride to see my fam in Alabam'
 I get petrified everytime I see the man throw the lights on (woop woop)
 The mic's on so I stress it
 Shit I'm haulin ass before I start undressin
 Niggaz on they knees with they hands on the top of the
 heads while the Feds crack jokes with the glock in ya
 Don't get me wrong I know a lot of cool cops
 That'd let me go if I had two glocks and oowops
 But, I don't, so, I keeps it, real
 The five hundred series with deep dish peels
 Quick, my bitch, stash, two clips, between two her tits
 before the cops fuck with the Rrr-ah
 I'm a nigga of today a nigga of tomorrow, beyotch!

 

 To my people in Kentucky rock rock on word is bond
 Newark New Jersey rock rock on word is bond
 Atlanta Georgia rock rock on word is bond
 Connecticut rock rock on word is bond
 To my people up in Queens rock rock on word is bond
 Bri-donx in the house rock rock on word is bond
 Virginia's in this bitch rock rock on word is bond
 San Francisco rock rock on word is bond

 Yeah, bitch ass niggaz rock this
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Chris Jasper, Dana Stinson, Ernie Isley, O'Kelly Isley, Reggie Noble, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley

Componist: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels Recordings

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1996

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Muddy Waters (1996)

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