Redman Tonight's Da Night Lyrics

[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....

[Hurricane G]
Yo yo Redman! Man what the f___ man?
Get the f___ off that.. punk smoov s___ man!
Get with that ROUGH s___ man, you know how we do!

[Redman]
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tech nine
by the waistline, kickin the hype s___
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But hafta, show them m_________ers 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 m_________in 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 n____z ain't playin

Fat black b____! Nasty..
bush bear, booga breath b____
Nasty, talk to your t__s b____
with them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin a__..
Lemming leprechaun haircut m_________er!

You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
f___ the smoov s___, 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 n____z, my n____z
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____ and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notch
and watch the ba-b__P, ba-b__P, 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 Slick=er than my man Rick
You better check the Yellow Pages under smoov s___
cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
n____z f___ed up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my f___in style run

Nasty f___in greenthumb Jolly Green n____z
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 s__, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump
You...

Yo, f___ that, yo turn this s___ off man
Turn this s___ off, G
Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?