Redman — Tonights Da Nite Remix

[Intro] Who wanna have a motherfuckin' orgy? Word is bond, word is me Smokin' mad blunts, and all the fronts and Check it out, whatcha want and Go on with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang Funkadelic hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy [Verse 1] Microphone check, I walk around the street with black TECs and knapsacks I'm known for smokin' ass-cracks 'til I get ass flashbacks So all my niggas up your fuckin' jammies let me hear ya lick 'em *bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* Now did you catch the victim? HELL NO Come back in to fatten to funky tracks Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin' through his back 'Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit I rock it 'til, bitches start givin' up that punany Put jammies up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit Don't believe me? Why your pussy breathin' hard and on tilt, bitch? Your clitoris, danglin' from my cock, I don't feel shit So check me, the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis Then swoop through your troops, knock the boots on your groups Rob ya for your loot, wrap my fuckin' chain around your tooth 'Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite The music feelin' Funkadelic and the mood is right I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight 'Cause that's the way the knotty-headed niggas rollin' right Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle in Chocolate Thai to get me high with I ran through more niggas than any kid that was adopted Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick 'cause it's stock which Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks, bitch HOOAHH...So on and on and let me kick the wrath That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin' ass [Chorus] ("I can't wait to get it on") ("Tonight's da night, and me and my niggas ain't playin'") On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang ("I can't wait to get it on") ("Tonight's da night, and me and my niggas ain't playin'") On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang ("I can't wait to get it on") ("Tonight's da night, and me and my niggas ain't playin'") On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang ("I can't wait to get it on") ("Tonight's da night, and me and my niggas ain't playin'") Funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant [Verse 2] You wanna see me get cool The original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body Fuck Fonzie, Potsie, I bring Sad Days to niggas constant...ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases 'cause I choose to I'm fuckin' Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'fufu Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets Plus I'm rollin' blunts with niggas ashes Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper I deserve an Oscar for pullin' Glocks out niggas mouths 'cause I kill like that, plus I roll like that I'm that guy with cerebral palsy, even Bo knows that But FUCK THAT, we jumped in the new Runner to get some ganja Goin' Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute The loo-pay, rank near my knots to rock the block Hittin' niggas upside the head with rocks in socks, Glock on cock Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin' in unity Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on [Outro] Throw your hands in the air, and wave 'em like you just don't care And if you haven't been fucked by the Soopaman Luva Let me hear you say, oh yay-yuh! (That's only for the hoes!) Come on, oh yay-yuh! (That's only for the hoes) Funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant Facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats Flick slaps 'em back, come on and fuckin' up tracks Kick the mad wicked, Bricks to stick it Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it She wanna check me when I'm lickin' your ass And lickin' ya down to your clitoris Do you remember this, bitch? I know you're kinda hearin' this Style that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked Funkadelic runs the mad train up your anus! Baby, 'cause I'm famous! Nope, I didn't mean that The mean fat black fat tracks and on teams that I'm on team strapped, sports a bean hat Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gon' mean that ("Ba-bump, ba-bump") ("Ba-bump, ba-bump") ("Ba-bump, ba-bump") ("Ba-bump, ba-bump")