Redman - What U Lookin' 4 lyrics

1996 knocking on these punk-ass kiz-ods
Bringing it down the hill
In the Jersey section in the dark
Oh, in the dark

It goes one for the mind
And two for the money
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 my Timb tree
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 from your Glock
Walkin to my car witcha nine out the holster
Put your hands on the steering
Wheel like ya s'posed ta
I cooperate, don't give the redneck no hassle
Because too many mistakes be
Happening to black folk

What the fuck are you looking for?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
Hah hah, leave ya butt naked (In the dark)
I said what the fuck are you looking for?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
(In the dark)

Ayo 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 niggas 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 niggas, 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

Ayo what the fuck are you looking for?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
Hah hah, leave ya butt naked (In the dark)
I said what the fuck are you looking for?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
(In the dark)

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'
Niggas 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 tit's
Before the cops fuck with the Rrr ah
I'm a nigga of today a nigga of tomorrow
Beyotch!

I said, what the fuck are you looking for?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
Hah hah, leave ya butt naked (In the dark)
I said what the fuck are you looking for?
Can't a young man make money anymore?
(In the dark)

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 niggas rock this!