Redman Tonight's Da Nite (Remix) Lyrics

Who wanna have a m_________in 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 a__-cracks til I get a__ flashbacks
So all my n____z if you're f___in 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 m_________er until you're peekin through his back
Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill s___
I rock it til, b____es start givin up that punany
Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the c___, pass the loose s___
Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good s___
Don't believe me why your p____ breathin hard enough to pinch
the c___oris, dangle it from my c___ I don't feel s___
So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the s__y
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 f___in 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 n____, rollin right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more n____z, than any kid that was adopted
Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my c___, quick cause it's stopped which
makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks b____, hrrrahhh
So on and on and let me kick the rab
That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your f___in a__

You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, f___ 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 n____z constant...
..ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school
I'm f___in Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu
Funks formatic, the fat s___, the wicked basket from caskets
Plus I'm rollin blunts with n____z ashes
Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper
I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out n____z mouths cuz
I kill like that, plus I roll like that
I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that
BUT f___ 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 n____z upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on c___
Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity
m_________er! Yeah yeah m_________ers, 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 f___ed, 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 f___in 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 a__
And lickin ya down to your c___oris
Do you remember this, b____, I know you're kinda hearin this
Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked
Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your a___!
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