[{"id":1310025,"name":"Tonight's Da Nite - Remix","trackName":"Tonight's Da Nite - Remix","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Dare Iz A Darkside","duration":230.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy?\nWord is bond, word is me\nSmokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and\nCheck it out, whatcha want and\nGo on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang\nFunkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy\n\nMicraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks\nI'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks\nSo all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can\n*Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? HELL NO\nCome back in to fatten to funky tracks\nBlast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back\nCause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit\nI rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany\nPajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit\nThen BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit\nDon't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch\nThe clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit\nSo check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy\nI got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis\nThen swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes\nGrab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth\nCause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite\nThe music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right\nI stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight\nCause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right\nBlunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when\nI ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted\nPlus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which\nMakes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh\nSo on and on and let me kick the rab\nThat light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass\n\nYou wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys\nLike pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys\nBlast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body\nFor Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...\n.Ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school\nI'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu\nFunks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets\nPlus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes\nSmoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper\nI deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz\nI kill like that, plus I roll like that\nI'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that\nBUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja\nGoin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out\nThen roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute\nThe loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block\nHittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock\nBack, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity\nMotherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on\n\nThrow your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care\nAnd if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva\nLet me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah!\nOh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant\nFacts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats\nFlick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks\nKick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it\nCome on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it\nShe wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass\nAnd lickin ya down to your clitoris\nDo you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this\nStyle that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked\nFunkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!\nBaby, cause I'm famous!\nNope, I didn't mean that\nThe mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at\nI'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat\nWant to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.87] Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy?\n[00:02.62] Word is bond, word is me\n[00:04.43] Smokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and\n[00:06.24] Check it out, whatcha want and\n[00:09.03] Go on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang\n[00:13.69] Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy\n[00:17.60] Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks\n[00:22.09] I'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks\n[00:24.96] So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can\n[00:27.66] *Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? HELL NO\n[00:31.33] Come back in to fatten to funky tracks\n[00:33.14] Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back\n[00:34.94] Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit\n[00:37.72] I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany\n[00:40.47] Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit\n[00:43.18] Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit\n[00:45.00] Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch\n[00:48.64] The clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit\n[00:50.40] So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy\n[00:53.27] I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis\n[00:56.06] Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes\n[00:58.77] Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth\n[01:01.47] Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite\n[01:03.23] The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right\n[01:06.00] I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight\n[01:08.74] Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right\n[01:10.50] Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when\n[01:14.22] I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted\n[01:16.04] Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which\n[01:19.04] Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh\n[01:21.74] So on and on and let me kick the rab\n[01:24.41] That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass\n[01:25.46] You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys\n[01:45.48] Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys\n[01:52.16] Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body\n[01:54.99] For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...\n[01:57.67] .Ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school\n[02:00.45] I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu\n[02:03.18] Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets\n[02:06.74] Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes\n[02:08.52] Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper\n[02:10.32] I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz\n[02:13.28] I kill like that, plus I roll like that\n[02:15.97] I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that\n[02:18.64] BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja\n[02:21.37] Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out\n[02:23.16] Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute\n[02:25.14] The loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block\n[02:26.00] Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock\n[02:28.97] Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity\n[02:34.51] Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on\n[02:38.17] Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care\n[02:43.93] And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva\n[02:46.68] Let me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah!\n[02:48.41] Oh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant\n[02:53.84] Facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats\n[02:56.82] Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks\n[02:59.61] Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it\n[03:02.36] Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it\n[03:05.06] She wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass\n[03:07.75] And lickin ya down to your clitoris\n[03:09.51] Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this\n[03:12.27] Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked\n[03:14.12] Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!\n[03:17.89] Baby, cause I'm famous!\n[03:20.53] Nope, I didn't mean that\n[03:23.32] The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at\n[03:26.07] I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat\n[03:27.89] Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that\n[03:30.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tonight's Da Nite - Remix\n  artist: Redman\n  album: Dare Iz A Darkside\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy?\n  start_ms: 870\n  end_ms: 2620\n- text: Word is bond, word is me\n  start_ms: 2620\n  end_ms: 4430\n- text: Smokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and\n  start_ms: 4430\n  end_ms: 6240\n- text: Check it out, whatcha want and\n  start_ms: 6240\n  end_ms: 9030\n- text: Go on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang\n  start_ms: 9030\n  end_ms: 13690\n- text: Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy\n  start_ms: 13690\n  end_ms: 17600\n- text: Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks\n  start_ms: 17600\n  end_ms: 22090\n- text: I'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks\n  start_ms: 22090\n  end_ms: 24960\n- text: So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can\n  start_ms: 24960\n  end_ms: 27660\n- text: '*Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? 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HELL NO\n  Come back in to fatten to funky tracks\n  Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back\n  Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit\n  I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany\n  Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit\n  Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit\n  Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch\n  The clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit\n  So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy\n  I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis\n  Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes\n  Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth\n  Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite\n  The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right\n  I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight\n  Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right\n  Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when\n  I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted\n  Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which\n  Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh\n  So on and on and let me kick the rab\n  That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass\n\n  You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys\n  Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys\n  Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body\n  For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...\n  .Ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school\n  I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu\n  Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets\n  Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes\n  Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper\n  I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz\n  I kill like that, plus I roll like that\n  I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that\n  BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja\n  Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out\n  Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute\n  The loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block\n  Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock\n  Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity\n  Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on\n\n  Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care\n  And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva\n  Let me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah!\n  Oh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant\n  Facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats\n  Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks\n  Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it\n  Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it\n  She wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass\n  And lickin ya down to your clitoris\n  Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this\n  Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked\n  Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!\n  Baby, cause I'm famous!\n  Nope, I didn't mean that\n  The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at\n  I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat\n  Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that\n"},{"id":26725448,"name":"Tonight’s da Nite (remix)","trackName":"Tonight’s da Nite (remix)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"2011-Winter","duration":230.186667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy?\nWord is bond, word is me\nSmokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and\nCheck it out, whatcha want and\nGo on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang\nFunkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy\n\nMicraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks\nI'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks\nSo all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can\n*Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? HELL NO\nCome back in to fatten to funky tracks\nBlast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back\nCause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit\nI rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany\nPajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit\nThen BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit\nDon't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch\nThe clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit\nSo check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy\nI got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis\nThen swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes\nGrab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth\nCause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite\nThe music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right\nI stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight\nCause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right\nBlunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when\nI ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted\nPlus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which\nMakes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh\nSo on and on and let me kick the rab\nThat light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass\n\nYou wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys\nLike pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys\nBlast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body\nFor Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...\n.Ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school\nI'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu\nFunks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets\nPlus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes\nSmoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper\nI deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz\nI kill like that, plus I roll like that\nI'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that\nBUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja\nGoin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out\nThen roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute\nThe loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block\nHittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock\nBack, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity\nMotherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on\n\nThrow your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care\nAnd if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva\nLet me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah!\nOh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant\nFacts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats\nFlick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks\nKick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it\nCome on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it\nShe wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass\nAnd lickin ya down to your clitoris\nDo you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this\nStyle that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked\nFunkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!\nBaby, cause I'm famous!\nNope, I didn't mean that\nThe mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at\nI'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat\nWant to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.87] Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy?\n[00:02.62] Word is bond, word is me\n[00:04.43] Smokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and\n[00:06.24] Check it out, whatcha want and\n[00:09.03] Go on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang\n[00:13.69] Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy\n[00:17.60] Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks\n[00:22.09] I'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks\n[00:24.96] So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can\n[00:27.66] *Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? HELL NO\n[00:31.33] Come back in to fatten to funky tracks\n[00:33.14] Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back\n[00:34.94] Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit\n[00:37.72] I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany\n[00:40.47] Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit\n[00:43.18] Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit\n[00:45.00] Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch\n[00:48.64] The clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit\n[00:50.40] So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy\n[00:53.27] I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis\n[00:56.06] Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes\n[00:58.77] Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth\n[01:01.47] Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite\n[01:03.23] The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right\n[01:06.00] I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight\n[01:08.74] Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right\n[01:10.50] Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when\n[01:14.22] I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted\n[01:16.04] Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which\n[01:19.04] Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh\n[01:21.74] So on and on and let me kick the rab\n[01:24.41] That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass\n[01:25.46] You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys\n[01:45.48] Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys\n[01:52.16] Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body\n[01:54.99] For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...\n[01:57.67] .Ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school\n[02:00.45] I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu\n[02:03.18] Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets\n[02:06.74] Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes\n[02:08.52] Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper\n[02:10.32] I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz\n[02:13.28] I kill like that, plus I roll like that\n[02:15.97] I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that\n[02:18.64] BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja\n[02:21.37] Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out\n[02:23.16] Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute\n[02:25.14] The loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block\n[02:26.00] Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock\n[02:28.97] Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity\n[02:34.51] Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on\n[02:38.17] Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care\n[02:43.93] And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva\n[02:46.68] Let me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah!\n[02:48.41] Oh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant\n[02:53.84] Facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats\n[02:56.82] Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks\n[02:59.61] Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it\n[03:02.36] Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it\n[03:05.06] She wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass\n[03:07.75] And lickin ya down to your clitoris\n[03:09.51] Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this\n[03:12.27] Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked\n[03:14.12] Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!\n[03:17.89] Baby, cause I'm famous!\n[03:20.53] Nope, I didn't mean that\n[03:23.32] The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at\n[03:26.07] I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat\n[03:27.89] Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that\n[03:30.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Tonight’s da Nite (remix)\n  artist: Redman\n  album: 2011-Winter\n  duration_ms: 230187\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy?\n  start_ms: 870\n  end_ms: 2620\n- text: Word is bond, word is me\n  start_ms: 2620\n  end_ms: 4430\n- text: Smokin mad blunts, and all the fronts and\n  start_ms: 4430\n  end_ms: 6240\n- text: Check it out, whatcha want and\n  start_ms: 6240\n  end_ms: 9030\n- text: Go on with slang, well get to bang, rockin my thang\n  start_ms: 9030\n  end_ms: 13690\n- text: Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy\n  start_ms: 13690\n  end_ms: 17600\n- text: Micraphone check, I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks\n  start_ms: 17600\n  end_ms: 22090\n- text: I'm known for smokin ass-cracks til I get ass flashbacks\n  start_ms: 22090\n  end_ms: 24960\n- text: So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can\n  start_ms: 24960\n  end_ms: 27660\n- text: '*Bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? 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HELL NO\n  Come back in to fatten to funky tracks\n  Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back\n  Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit\n  I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany\n  Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit\n  Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit\n  Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch\n  The clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit\n  So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy\n  I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis\n  Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes\n  Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth\n  Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite\n  The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right\n  I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight\n  Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right\n  Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when\n  I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted\n  Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which\n  Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh\n  So on and on and let me kick the rab\n  That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass\n\n  You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys\n  Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys\n  Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body\n  For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...\n  .Ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school\n  I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu\n  Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets\n  Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes\n  Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper\n  I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz\n  I kill like that, plus I roll like that\n  I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that\n  BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja\n  Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out\n  Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute\n  The loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block\n  Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock\n  Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity\n  Motherfucker! 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