Real Niggaz-Redman

歌手 : Redman

专辑 : Malpractice

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:15

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TXT Real Niggaz-Redman 文本歌词

Yeah now now is you motherf**kers ready for this （cmon）

Do you really think you ready for this （cmon）

Do you know that you ready for this huh

We gon see if you ready for this

I be the street sweeper ni**a

Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at

From f**kin round with the mi-dack

Eleven twenty-four act 47

F**k whos standin around them get close up and down and

I done came here to get brains

Shoot you twice in your stomach

Then leave your boxin shorts full of sh*t stains

You're b**ch-made you ain't a gangsta you a sucker a**

These niggaz scared of your bark *barkin* but b***h I touch a**

And bust back whats that its face-mob in effect

With icarus reggie jamal and treach

I told you that talkin wasnt sh*t to me

So b***h be more specific when you spit for me

It ain't sh*t to me you a hoe in fifth degree

A discharge from a d**k disease

You lil maggot part time thug for a faggot

Plastic-a** chump you don't want no static

Real niggaz - louder

Real niggaz - louder louder

Real niggaz - yo

Real niggaz

Yo yo yo

Its funk doc I thought you knew

Ppp in the back and they parkin to jump

Thorough borough bricks ashy elbow kid

I f**k chicks off elmo flicks

My tape is off safety tongue the gun

Mouth to barrel I spit it numbs the front

So what cha what cha wannnt yo my boys is beastie

We grew up untamed unemployed and eatin

You sharks in the water avoid the deep end

We only f**k chicks that enjoys the beatings

Young ike turners disco infern-ers

Concentratio camp nobody turn up

I roll up a x that came with kits

Leave you with nightmares dana dane was with （niiight-marrres）

I can train yo b***h with a chain and whip

It blow the block down while I change the clip

Yo don't approach me wrong little kids call me smokey-mon

Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms *beep beep*

And I stand on the corner til my coke is gone

Niggaz wanna get they ice picks poke the don

But they know I got a gun big as oprahs arm

And I know a old lady thatll choke they moms

A attitude thats what I don't walk without

Ni**a ima time for it you just talk about

Ic is the man and I never been to japan

Got a japanese b***h with my d**k in her hand

This is the plan I'm about to get in the van

Go and get rid of the man I done did it again

Skunk I blow then off to the trunk I go

Pull the pump out slow dump out fo

I'm the ni**a that the streets raised

I'm the ni**a thatll make 3-ways outta ni**a pjs

The ni**a thatll smack the sh*t out the dj

If he don't give icarus sh*t a replay

Poker flush yall niggaz joke too much

And my gun got cancer it smoke too much we

First of all you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard

I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls

I'm real I can sense danger and tap calls

I'm real I feel when haters wanna clap mal

I look a ni**a eye to eye when I speak

I'm transparent I can see if you a killer or a freak

Or a b***h thatll do anything to get rich

Or a snitch thatll drop dime on the click

Or a fake thatll rather see me at my wake

Or a jake tryin to infilitrate give me a case

I'm real like b***h get the f**k out my face

I'm real like let me stick my d**k in ya mouth give you a taste

I'm a real ni**a if I don't get no bigger

I'm five-five still knockin out tall niggaz

We real niggaz plottin on dummies with tall figures

Real niggaz hands on forty caliber triggers

Bullets hummin real like redmans fifth comin

Trigger treach

Bastards blunts buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo

F**k a jolly jingle old b**ches break for bingo

Christmas time I crack yak and kris with kringle

Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho single

Whos the game scratcher minus the rap masters

Name is heyyy with the gay（） g after

My thugs on the street with the heat listen to me

See them diamond d m medallions snatch you give em to me

Mally gs a part of me icky slips his ownself mickies

In crowded armories f**k with redman you're a dead man at the robbery

Youll be adebisi greasy put him on to me f**k that

I'm a throwin flames fanatic bashin brains come at it

Beat you with the sh*t that they used to frame the attic

Your skank-a** go voo-doo poodle-wig wearin rashy

Rusty and trusty musty-wack-nasty then some radio review