Tonight's Da Night (Explicit)

Tonight's Da Night (Explicit) - Redman

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 F**K man

Get the F**K off that punk smoov sh*t man

Get with that ROUGH sh*t man

You know how we do

Mic check I walk around

The streets with a black tech nine

By the waistline kickin the hype sh*t

I never claim to be the best type of rapper

But hafta show them motherf**kers

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

Whut my name

It's the Redman on the funk thang

Psyche you're motherf**kin right

Tonight's the night

To do what I wanna do

To do it like dynamite

The work perfected

When the funk been ejected

I roughen up the rough draft

To like make your head split

Punk Pass the 40 and the blunt and don't front

On the block cause when you do front

Brothers are gettin stomped

I'm not a addict more like Puff than 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 niggaz ain't playin

Fat black b**ch Nasty

Bush bear booga breath b**ch

Nasty talk to your tits b**ch

With them nasty Africans Mr Bojangles

Turned up shoes havin a**

Lemming leprechaun haircut motherf**ker

You wanna see me get cool

Please save it for the breeze

Cause the lyrics and tracks

Make me funky like cottage cheese

F**k the smoov sh*t

I get down wit the boom bip

Like Q-Tip I kick more styles

Than Bruce shoe's kick

But tonight's the night what I write tonight

This type of funk with

The flavor like Mike'n'Ike's

Hanging out wit my niggaz my niggaz

The Pack Pistol Posse keep

They fingers on the triggers

I keep the 40 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 b**ch and her friend too

So turn the volume up a notch

And watch the ba-BUMP ba-BUMP

Make ya speakers pop

That's the funk when it pumps

It makes your rump

Jump jump jump jump jump jump

But if you want to see a fly but frantic

Cool romantic more Slicker than my man Rick

You better check the Yellow

Pages under smoov sh*t

Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit

Niggaz f**ked up by letting me

Make an album (How come rude bwoy )

To get on the mic and let my f**kin style run

Nasty f**kin greenthumb Jolly Green niggaz

Tango mango pickin havin a**

Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin a**

Johnny Cash afro havin

Jack of Spades boots havin

Tony Danza shoes wearin a**

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 f**k that yo turn this sh*t off man

Turn this sh*t off G

Boom the new record on knahmsayin