Redman - Tonight's Da Night lyrics

Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise
Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet
Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it, I'm
Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man?
Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man
Get with that rough shit, man
You know how we do

Mic check
I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But have to show them
Motherfuckers what I'm after
I'm after the gold, then after that
The platinum
Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat
Son trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang
What my name?
It's the Redman on the funk train


Psych, you're motherfuckin' right
Tonight's the night
To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite
The work perfected
When the funk been injected
I roughen up the rough draft to
Like make your head split
Punk, pass the forty and the
Blunt and don't front
On the block, 'cause when you do front
Brothers are gettin' stomped
I'm not an addict, more like Puff the Magic
Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew
(Gots to have it)
I don't claim to be a big rap star
'Cause no matter who you are
You'll still catch a bullet scar
So listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'
'Cause tonight's the night and me
And my niggas ain't playin'

Fat black bitch, nasty
Bush bear, booga breath bitch
Nasty, talk to your tit's bitch
With them nasty Africans, Mr bojangles
Turned up shoes havin' ass
Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker

You wanna see me get cool, please
Save it for the breeze
'Cause the lyrics and tracks make
Me funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the smooth shit
I get down with the boom bip like Q Tip
I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick
But tonight's the night what I write tonight
This type of funk with the
Flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out with my niggas, my niggas
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they
Fingers on the triggers
I keep the forty between my lap, coolin'
Rollin' down the highway
Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday
Roll over to pick my boys up
We raise a lot of noise
'Cause we can do that black
So "Get the Bozack", jack
Remember, I do the type of evil that men do
Like cursin' out my window at a
Bitch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
And watch the ba-bump
Ba-bump, make your speakers pop
That's the funk
When it pumps it makes your rump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
But, if you wanna see a fly but frantic
Cool romantic more slicker than my man Rick
You better check the Yellow
Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by lettin' me make an album
(How come, rude boy?) to get on the mic and
Let my fuckin' style run

Nasty fuckin' green thumb Jolly Green niggas
Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass

B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand to the mic and let
My mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks
Punch out gold fronts, chump, you

Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man
(Turn that shit off) turn that shit down man
Turn this shit off, G
Boom the new record on, know what I'm sayin'?