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Redman - So ruff lyrics


So ruff by Redman

RRRRAHHHHH! Look out! You musta got hit with some bullsh*t!
Yo where at?
Smack dab across your lips can you talk?
Ahm ahh ill uhh ahm no em no menna no vat
Yo ye yo Redman what the f**k was that?
I don't know but it's on my top lip
Don't crack jokes and pop sh*t
Just get it off my top lip
Or Reggie you can drop kid
Oah OK be still chill I'm gettin it off your grill
Wha what was it?
Some of that pussy you ate this mornin from that b**ch Jill
But c'mon, check it
Motherf**kin right
Let's get busy on this record
So we can make the dough
and make girls like Kiki Shepard get naked
On the strength!
Party with Machine and Oprah Winfr'
First class tickets, hotel b**ches puffin mad blunts
Blunts don't don't rhyme with Oprah Winfr' troop
Who cares what rhymes with it long as the funk pump through my Benz truck
Now you know you don't own a Benz
Yes I do and chrome's the trim
Black with a system when it's hittin I'm pullin mad skins
With Olde E sittin in between my lap
and when brothers act up, a gun machine I pack
The original P-Funk, got the jewels trunk, a funker
When I'm sexin, my bad is bigger than any buster's
like Max and..
Wait wait wait, could we get on with the tape?
Lights, camera, hahh, action
Welcome to Red's tape, may I take your order?
It's a slaughter if you order the hit without the water
and then swallow without the damn water to follow
You might be doin the stupid dance and win a grand at the Apollo
Whatchu know?
I'm rough, snap necks, drink Olde E, but crack Beck's
That ain't what you told me last week
Wreck anything that's wet, when I have sex
For instance, I mix with, a style that make you sh*t bricks
Tsk tsk, I'm musically gifted, to rip it
That's bullsh*t yo
Um-shat-lot, Red got crazy knots
And knots in the pots, got props from here to George Washington Bridge
I get biz, I use hats, so no kids
f**k, I took out more suckers, than a..
HOLD UP! I don't think I can freak the funk like that
I might have to nap, because my afro is like Shaft
Puffy, fade it quite lovely and to snuff me
get your gang, cause I'm Fightin with more Power than Chuck D
Chuck D from Public Enemy?
Yeah he's a friend of me
The one that say "Brothers and sisters?"
Yeah but he's no kin to me
I'm strictly negro, I freak the style and there it goes
If a stitch in time saves nine, then I got sh*t sewed
Put pins in needles, and needles in pins
A happy man is a happy man, that, when I'm hittin skins
f**k skins, I'm hittin puss when it's gush
Then eat it when the puss is well cooked
Up in the air?
No the cab
Who's in the cab? Whut Thee??!!
It's Superman!! WHY?
Because it's hot as a MOTHERf**kER out here
Oh word, you bet I'm gettin the f**k out of here man
Yeah me too
Oh I forgot to tell you Willya called for you
Willya who?
Aiyyo f**k you!
Big nose b**ch!
I hate your stupid ass
You a stupid motherf**ker!

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