Songtext 2nite is da night Redman

2nite is da night

[Redman]Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove
Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruisearound the planet, pack em in like JanetJackson, she's askin if I can slam itI'm.... [Hurricane G]Yo yo Redman! Man what the FUCK man?
Get the FUCK off that.. punk smoov shit man!
Get with that ROUGH shit man, you know how we do! [Redman]Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tech nineby the waistline, kickin the hype shit
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But hafta, show them motherfuckers what I'm afterI'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 motherfuckin 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 fronton the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stompedI'm not a addict, more like Puff than MagicThen pass it when I'm through cause my crew gots to have it
I don't claim to be a big rap starcause 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 bitch! Nasty..bush bear, booga breath bitch
Nasty, talk to your tits bitchwith them nasty Africans, Mr. BojanglesTurned up shoes havin ass..
Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker! You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breezecause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the smoov shit, I get down wit the boom biplike 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'sHanging 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 FridayRoll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noisecause, 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 bitch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a notchand watch the ba-BUM
P, ba-BUM
P, make ya speakers popThat's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rumpjump, jump, jump.. jump, jump, jump
But if you want to see a fly but franticcool romantic, more Slick=er than my man RickYou better check the Yellow Pages under smoov shitcause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?)
To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run Nasty fuckin greenthumb Jolly Green niggaz
Tango mango, pickin havin ass
Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin
Jack of Spades, boots havin
Tony Danza, shoes wearin ass! 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, fuck that, yo turn this shit off man
Turn this shit off, GBoom the new record on, knahmsayin?