Prof, Redman - Pack A Lunch lyrics

Hey Prof, you got some weed bro?
Yeah, you said you was gonna have that FIRE

Ladies and gentleman, better, you ready
For a real ride, better
Me and Prof we on the loose, better
It’s an all nighter, go pack a lunch, yeah

If you tryna party then we got a concord
All them lames over there, they are done for
Turn this shit to a freaknik of some sort
It’s gon’ be some work
You should pack a lunch for it
Drop it down, fuck it up, spread ‘em out
Back it up
Run ‘em out, throw it up, go to work
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch pack a lunch

Four, five housewives outside mouth wide
Normal day on the Southside
So high I got Alzheim’s
Slopestyle alpine in my down time
Girl you sturdy as hell
Speak three languages
And I heard you read Braille
I bet the motherfuckers feeling me now
They was turning me down
Nowadays, I be turning them out
Cup of lean got me questioning my sanity
All this footage on the
Phones could be damaging
So drunk that I can barely see
Is that Jennifer Aniston balancing
On a manatee?
Who’s flexible at the festival?
And what’s the numeros por tu teléfono?
I wish that I was born with eight cocks
‘Bout to go someplace and drink my
Face off like Wade Boggs

Drop it down, fuck it up, spread ‘em out
Back it up
Run ‘em out, throw it up, go to work
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch pack a lunch

Black Hannibal dressed like Barry Manilow
No Covid shot pop, I got the antidote
You want to act animal?
I’ll push the envelope
Clip in the tec look like a banana boat
Tenth grade I have cake like Anna Mae
My attitude keep you at bay, the Mandalay
With the gift of gab, I go get the bag
Then I pound my dogs like Kurupt & Daz
I need a lap dance from a rap fan
Girl show me you got drive like a dash cam
Yeah I’m the captain, roll in an afghan
I drop bombs on ‘em like the Gap Band
Black bandana tiltin’ like Santana
Ima cheap fuck, I wine and dine at Panera
I walk through your hood with a vendetta
Yelling out ‘who the best nigga?’ na’n other
If I had twenty million I gotta spend it
The lieutenant go Luke Cage
I gotta finish ‘em
In Paris women give me French benefit's
I’m the king, so kiss the bling of the ring
And say ‘hi your eminence’
Ho, that’s how a real nigga do it
Nothing change but the mic
When I’m interviewing
Me and Prof, we got bud by the bunch
It’s an all nighter, go pack a lunch nigga

Drop it down, fuck it up, spread ‘em out
Back it up
Run ‘em out, throw it up, go to work
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch pack a lunch

My real life like comic con
Sparring, soccer moms in the octagon
Spirit animal Karl Malone
I’m just thankful that they let
Me bring my dog along
I’m a wild motherfucker, I’ll admit that
More action boss, less chit chat
Girl you lookin good, where your kids at?
Me versus your man, that’s a mismatch
If I had an opportunity to
Be greeted with booty
Even if it need be Anita, Shaquita
Maybe Judy
Eighty groupies in a parade I’m faded
They alluding
Basically I’d grab all the party people
And I would tell them

If you tryna party then we got a concord
All them lames over there, they are done for
Turn this shit to a freaknik of some sort
It’s gon’ be some work you should
Pack a lunch for it
Drop it down, fuck it up, spread ‘em out
Back it up
Run ‘em out, throw it up, go to work
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch pack a lunch

Drop it down, fuck it up, spread ‘em out
Back it up
Run ‘em out, throw it up, go to work
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch
Pack a lunch pack a lunch pack a lunch

Big stunna, one hunna
You stupid, just shut up
Keep breezy, I’m gonna
I’m big boy, dun dunna dun dunna
Dun dunna dun dunna dun dunna dun dunna
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