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Tonight's Da Nite (Remix) Lyrics

Artist: Redman
Album: Dare Iz A Darkside

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 well get to bang rockin my thang

Funkadelic hit you with irrelevant heyyyy

Micraphone 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 niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can

*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a 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

Pajamies, 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 enough to pinch

the clitoris, dangle it 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 cutes

Grab you 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 nigga, rollin right

Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when

I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted

Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which

makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh

So on and on and let me kick the rab

That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass

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

For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...

..ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school

I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu

Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets

Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes

Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper

I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz

I kill like that, plus I roll like that

I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that

BUT FUCK THAT, we drop 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 nost to rock the block

Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock

Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity

Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on

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 yeahhyeah!

Oh yeahhyeah! 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 old dreams at

I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat

Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that

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