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 fuck man?
Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit man
Get with that rough shit man, you know how we do

Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black tech nine
By the waistline, kickin` the hype shit
I never claim to be the best type of rapper
But hafta, show them motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin` right, tonight`s da 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 da night and me and my niggaz ain`t playin`

Fat black bitch! Nasty
Bush bear, booga breath bitch
Nasty, talk to your tits bitch
With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles
Turned up shoes havin` ass
Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker

You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze
`Cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down wit the boom bip
Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoe`s kick



But tonight`s da 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 bitch 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 smooth shit
`Cause 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` green thumb 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-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam
I get sex, I get wrecked, 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 that shit off, G
Boom the new record on, knahmsayin?