Redman - Soopaman Luva 6 lyrics
[Redman - Soopaman Luva 6 lyrics]
Yo, yo, what up yo, I be the Soopaman luva
I'm about five minutes right
Out ya baby mother
I'm still broke, still gutter
Hit four chicks
Then avenge like folk brothers
Then rob a bank teller
I'm sorta like old yella, call me for trouble
I got chop for bullets that
Spread out the umbrella
I'm advanced boy, da doc bigalow
The man whore
Got Ms incredible and cat women on amcord
When neighborhood or city in a drought
Fuck a boat I could fly there, 300 an ounce
Reup my account
Wear and durag and I ain't got waves
I only got haze pumpin out the bat cave
So when I'm flyin through ya
Hood it's a hit nigga
Isabella I need that sour diesel quick nigga
-Call for soopman luva on line 3-
Well who the fuck is it?
-Her name is Hurricane G- what up G?
They tryin to lock me up G
I can't do time cause my time is money
I just came from court
For some bullshit charge
They tryin to do me like kim
Throw me behind bars what am I gonna do?
Fuck that I'm comin
With a gun like willis so
You could feel drummin
I creep in when the lights out
Sneak in to get you out
Lo jacks on my ears to tell
Me where your where abouts
Cause, I air 'em out
Sneak in though the West wing
Laundromat, duffle bag thinking of
The next thing
Hold tight for me, I'm already in
I'm in the kitchen corridor
Climbin up the vent
I'm hot so hurricane so it
Might take me awhile
So when I get ya we gonna
Roll like mickey and loud
Here we go, Yo, Yo the Soopaman Luv
Crawlin through the vent like that
Dude in breakfast club
I made a pit stop, seen a freak in the shower
So I gotta quick pop
Pimp slapped her with powder
And told her if somebody asks you
You seen nada
And every week I come fuck you with marijuana
Hey yo CO's watchin
Gotta move like grown men
Cause a distraction
Like the food gave you stomach pain
When the doctors come in, start the examining
I rush in with rubber
Gloves off the ambulance gun in one hand
The other palm around the nurse mouth
On the count of three this is
How it's gonna work out 1, 2
I'm about five minutes right
Out ya baby mother
I'm still broke, still gutter
Hit four chicks
Then avenge like folk brothers
Then rob a bank teller
I'm sorta like old yella, call me for trouble
I got chop for bullets that
Spread out the umbrella
I'm advanced boy, da doc bigalow
The man whore
Got Ms incredible and cat women on amcord
When neighborhood or city in a drought
Fuck a boat I could fly there, 300 an ounce
Reup my account
Wear and durag and I ain't got waves
I only got haze pumpin out the bat cave
So when I'm flyin through ya
Hood it's a hit nigga
Isabella I need that sour diesel quick nigga
-Call for soopman luva on line 3-
Well who the fuck is it?
-Her name is Hurricane G- what up G?
They tryin to lock me up G
I can't do time cause my time is money
I just came from court
For some bullshit charge
They tryin to do me like kim
Throw me behind bars what am I gonna do?
Fuck that I'm comin
With a gun like willis so
You could feel drummin
I creep in when the lights out
Sneak in to get you out
Lo jacks on my ears to tell
Me where your where abouts
Cause, I air 'em out
Sneak in though the West wing
Laundromat, duffle bag thinking of
The next thing
Hold tight for me, I'm already in
I'm in the kitchen corridor
Climbin up the vent
I'm hot so hurricane so it
Might take me awhile
So when I get ya we gonna
Roll like mickey and loud
Here we go, Yo, Yo the Soopaman Luv
Crawlin through the vent like that
Dude in breakfast club
I made a pit stop, seen a freak in the shower
So I gotta quick pop
Pimp slapped her with powder
And told her if somebody asks you
You seen nada
And every week I come fuck you with marijuana
Hey yo CO's watchin
Gotta move like grown men
Cause a distraction
Like the food gave you stomach pain
When the doctors come in, start the examining
I rush in with rubber
Gloves off the ambulance gun in one hand
The other palm around the nurse mouth
On the count of three this is
How it's gonna work out 1, 2