[{"id":11509224,"name":"Tonight’s da Night (LP version)","trackName":"Tonight’s da Night (LP version)","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Tonight’s da Night","duration":202.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove\nRelax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise\nAround the planet, pack 'em in like Janet\nJackson, she's askin' if I can slam it, I'm-\nYo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man?\nGet the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man\nGet with that rough shit, man, you know how we do\n\nMic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9\nBy the waistline, kickin' the hype shit\nI never claim to be the best type of rapper\nBut have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after\n\nI'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum\nBeef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son\nTrigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?\nIt's the Redman on the funk train\n\nPsych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night\nTo do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite\nThe work perfected, when the funk been injected\nI roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split\n\nPunk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front\nOn the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped\nI'm not an addict, more like Puff the Magic\nThen pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew (gots to have it)\n\nI don't claim to be a big rap star\n'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar\nSo, listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'\n'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'\n\nFat black bitch, nasty\nBush bear, booga breath bitch\nNasty, talk to your tits bitch\nWith them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles\nTurned up shoes havin' ass\nLemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker\n\nYou wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze\n'Cause the lyrics and tracks make me funky like cottage cheese\nFuck the smooth shit, I get down with the boom bip\nLike Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick\n\nBut tonight's the night what I write tonight\nThis type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's\nHanging out with my niggas, my niggas\nThe Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers\n\nI keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway\nBlunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday\nRoll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise\n'Cause we can do that black, so \"Get the Bozack\", Jack\n\nRemember, I do the type of evil that men do\nLike cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too\nSo, turn the volume up a notch\nAnd watch the ba-bump\nBa-bump, make your speakers pop\n\nThat's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump\nJump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump\nBut if you wanna see a fly but frantic\nCool romantic more slicker than my man Rick\n\nYou better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit\n'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit\nNiggas fucked up by lettin' me make an album (how come, rude boy?)\nTo get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run\n\nNasty fuckin' green thumb Jolly Green niggas\nTango mango, pickin' havin' ass\nNasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass\nJohnny Cash, afro havin'\nJack of Spades, boots havin'\nTony Danza, shoes wearin' ass\n\nB-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand\nMy hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam\nI get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts\nI get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump, you-\n\nYo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (turn that shit off)\nTurn that shit down, man\nTurn this shit off, G\nBoom the new record on, know what I'm sayin'?","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.99] Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove\n[00:03.80] Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise\n[00:06.39] Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet\n[00:09.22] Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it, I'm-\n[00:12.54] Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man?\n[00:15.59] Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man\n[00:18.95] Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do\n[00:22.35] Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9\n[00:25.60] By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit\n[00:28.40] I never claim to be the best type of rapper\n[00:30.53] But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after\n[00:33.59] I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum\n[00:35.96] Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son\n[00:38.82] Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?\n[00:41.91] It's the Redman on the funk train\n[00:43.83] Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night\n[00:46.59] To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite\n[00:49.27] The work perfected, when the funk been injected\n[00:51.85] I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split\n[00:54.54] Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front\n[00:57.01] On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped\n[01:00.06] I'm not an addict, more like Puff the Magic\n[01:02.40] Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew (gots to have it)\n[01:05.58] I don't claim to be a big rap star\n[01:07.66] 'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar\n[01:10.68] So, listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'\n[01:12.84] 'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'\n[01:18.28] Fat black bitch, nasty\n[01:21.73] Bush bear, booga breath bitch\n[01:24.46] Nasty, talk to your tits bitch\n[01:28.26] With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles\n[01:32.01] Turned up shoes havin' ass\n[01:34.25] Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker\n[01:36.35] You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze\n[01:39.54] 'Cause the lyrics and tracks make me funky like cottage cheese\n[01:42.79] Fuck the smooth shit, I get down with the boom bip\n[01:45.05] Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick\n[01:48.09] But tonight's the night what I write tonight\n[01:50.42] This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's\n[01:53.35] Hanging out with my niggas, my niggas\n[01:55.58] The 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mic and let my fuckin' style run\n[02:41.52] Nasty fuckin' green thumb Jolly Green niggas\n[02:45.33] Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass\n[02:49.53] Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass\n[02:54.09] Johnny Cash, afro havin'\n[02:57.16] Jack of Spades, boots havin'\n[02:58.90] Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass\n[03:01.84] B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand\n[03:04.70] My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam\n[03:07.77] I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts\n[03:10.48] I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump, you-\n[03:13.88] Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (turn that shit off)\n[03:16.21] Turn that shit down, man\n[03:17.53] Turn this shit off, G\n[03:18.88] Boom the new record on, know what I'm sayin'?\n[03:20.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Tonight’s da Night (LP version)\n artist: Redman\n album: Tonight’s da Night\n duration_ms: 202000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Mic check, I can get smooth to any 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start_ms: 190410\n end_ms: 193870\n- text: Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (turn that shit off)\n start_ms: 193870\n end_ms: 196260\n- text: Turn that shit down, man\n start_ms: 196260\n end_ms: 197560\n- text: Turn this shit off, G\n start_ms: 197560\n end_ms: 198830\n- text: Boom the new record on, know what I'm sayin'?\n start_ms: 198830\n end_ms: 200850\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 200850\nplain: |-\n Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove\n Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise\n Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet\n Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it, I'm-\n Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man?\n Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man\n Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do\n\n Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9\n By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit\n I never claim to be the best type of rapper\n But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after\n\n I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum\n Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son\n Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?\n It's the Redman on the funk train\n\n Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night\n To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite\n The work perfected, when the funk been injected\n I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split\n\n Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front\n On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped\n I'm not an addict, more like Puff the Magic\n Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew (gots to have it)\n\n I don't claim to be a big rap star\n 'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar\n So, listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'\n 'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'\n\n Fat black bitch, nasty\n Bush bear, booga breath bitch\n Nasty, talk to your tits bitch\n With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles\n Turned up shoes havin' ass\n Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker\n\n You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze\n 'Cause the lyrics and tracks make me funky like cottage cheese\n Fuck the smooth shit, I get down with the boom bip\n Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick\n\n But tonight's the night what I write tonight\n This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's\n Hanging out with my niggas, my niggas\n The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers\n\n I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway\n Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday\n Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise\n 'Cause we can do that black, so \"Get the Bozack\", Jack\n\n Remember, I do the type of evil that men do\n Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too\n So, turn the volume up a notch\n And watch the ba-bump\n Ba-bump, make your speakers pop\n\n That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump\n Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump\n But if you wanna see a fly but 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Night","duration":175.934694,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker\nI puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker\nCause my brain is twisted, so I cock the biscuit\nCause shit's thick, some say I'ma bastard of a swift bitch\nNegro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro\nTo make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro\nYou big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me\nYou can't hear me then my record label didn't push me\nI know I'm sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes\nBut if I wasn't bad, I wouldn't freak it in the line\nBut it don't seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter\nI'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya\nHow does it feel with the face full of funk\nWith the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt\nI puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey\nAss off then I just crush on the hush hush\nSo if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter\nAsk the brothers (why?) Cause I'm bad (word to mothers)\n\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n\nYo yo, check this out\nThis is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers\nJust to show y'all I do what the FUCK I wanna do\nI want y'all to check this on the real\nAnd yo, check this out\n\n[Fast bass beat drops in]\nShake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it!\nWhassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now?\nWhattup now? Hahahahah\n\n(Yo Red, c'mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)\n\nYo kid chill, aight aight check it out\nFlexy I'm sexy when I'm standin in my drawers\nIf you can't check me when I'm rappin, put the tape on pause\nAnd listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man\nGive me five on the backhand then stick\nYour finger in a hole and chop the stick quick\nCause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit\nSince you're holding your breath, I hold my jewels\nI swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools\nThe original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G\nI been this way every since nine months\nSo get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause\nMy shit's more deep, than any tape from Enigma\nThe gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash\nBasic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blasted\nMuch ass I kick, groove to the master mix\nMy song still pumps when it's not even mastered, bitch!\nMy shit's very chronic so rewind it\nCause it's like. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!\nCause I'm a wild and crazy guy! No lie!\nLast brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye\nI'm bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin Hubbard\nEatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't\nAnd if you still don't under-fuckin-stand where I'm comin from\nListen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from!\n\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I’m a Bad\n artist: Redman\n album: Tonight’s da Night\n duration_ms: 175935\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker\n I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker\n Cause my brain is twisted, so I cock the biscuit\n Cause shit's thick, some say I'ma bastard of a swift bitch\n Negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro\n To make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro\n You big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me\n You can't hear me then my record label didn't push me\n I know I'm sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes\n But if I wasn't bad, I wouldn't freak it in the line\n But it don't seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter\n I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya\n How does it feel with the face full of funk\n With the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt\n I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey\n Ass off then I just crush on the hush hush\n So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter\n Ask the brothers (why?) Cause I'm bad (word to mothers)\n\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n\n Yo yo, check this out\n This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers\n Just to show y'all I do what the FUCK I wanna do\n I want y'all to check this on the real\n And yo, check this out\n\n [Fast bass beat drops in]\n Shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it!\n Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now?\n Whattup now? Hahahahah\n\n (Yo Red, c'mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)\n\n Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out\n Flexy I'm sexy when I'm standin in my drawers\n If you can't check me when I'm rappin, put the tape on pause\n And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man\n Give me five on the backhand then stick\n Your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick\n Cause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit\n Since you're holding your breath, I hold my jewels\n I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools\n The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G\n I been this way every since nine months\n So get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause\n My shit's more deep, than any tape from Enigma\n The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash\n Basic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blasted\n Much ass I kick, groove to the master mix\n My song still pumps when it's not even mastered, bitch!\n My shit's very chronic so rewind it\n Cause it's like. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!\n Cause I'm a wild and crazy guy! No lie!\n Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye\n I'm bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin Hubbard\n Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't\n And if you still don't under-fuckin-stand where I'm comin from\n Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from!\n\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n"},{"id":35230587,"name":"Rated “R”","trackName":"Rated “R”","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Tonight’s da Night","duration":199.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Nah nah nah, fuck that!\nDon't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\nWith a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\nSo put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\nAnd if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\nI got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\nWord to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\nI'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\nI'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\nThat's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\nBeen thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\nCause every since I was an infrant I was different\nPaid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\nI was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\nCause she hit me with a left, then another left\nThat's why my brain is out of order\nBecause it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\nAnd do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\nThen carve my name in your pavement\nI was rated 'x' but I flexed\nI beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\nAin't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\nFrom a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\nJust because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\nWhat's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\nI'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\nBoy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\nBack to part two of the segment, the red bend\nMics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\nAnd if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\nAnd tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\nGot naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\nThe best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\nPsych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\nCause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\nI grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n(Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\nI had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\nTried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\nSnapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\nAnd he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\nJason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\nNorman bates work the night shift late\nSince he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\nBust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\nMe havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\nThat caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\nPlus I got his brain pickled in a jar\nSo let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\nMy rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\nAnd rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\nWith the one-two punch, like servin a customer\nAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\nThen ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\nI know, from me, the original p-funk\nSee ya next lp chump!\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.94] Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n[00:06.06] Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n[00:26.21] With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n[00:28.36] So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n[00:31.48] And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n[00:33.56] I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n[00:35.55] Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n[00:38.63] I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n[00:40.64] I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n[00:42.70] That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n[00:45.78] Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n[00:46.84] Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n[00:49.89] Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n[00:52.93] I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n[00:55.08] Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n[00:57.11] That's why my brain is out of order\n[00:59.16] Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n[01:01.15] And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n[01:05.27] Then carve my name in your pavement\n[01:07.22] I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n[01:09.35] I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n[01:12.43] Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n[01:14.42] From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n[01:17.54] Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n[01:19.60] What's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n[01:21.60] Chorus: repeat 4x\n[01:24.71] I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n[01:28.82] Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n[01:29.83] Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n[01:43.99] Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n[01:46.08] And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n[01:48.07] And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n[01:50.15] Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n[01:53.20] The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n[01:56.23] Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n[01:59.34] Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n[02:01.36] I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n[02:04.39] (Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n[02:06.48] I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n[02:08.40] Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n[02:09.59] Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n[02:13.56] And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n[02:15.65] Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n[02:18.79] 143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n[02:21.79] Norman bates work the night shift late\n[02:23.73] Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n[02:25.80] Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n[02:27.86] Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n[02:30.99] That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n[02:34.07] Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n[02:37.09] So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n[02:38.14] My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n[02:40.11] And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n[02:41.11] With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n[02:48.29] And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n[02:49.31] Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n[02:51.32] I know, from me, the original p-funk\n[02:53.20] See ya next lp chump!\n[02:55.33] Chorus\n[02:55.45] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Rated “R”\n artist: Redman\n album: Tonight’s da Night\n duration_ms: 199000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n start_ms: 4940\n end_ms: 6060\n- text: Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n start_ms: 6060\n end_ms: 26210\n- text: With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n start_ms: 26210\n end_ms: 28360\n- text: So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n start_ms: 28360\n end_ms: 31480\n- text: And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n start_ms: 31480\n end_ms: 33560\n- text: I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n start_ms: 33560\n end_ms: 35550\n- text: Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n start_ms: 35550\n end_ms: 38630\n- text: I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n start_ms: 38630\n end_ms: 40640\n- text: I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n start_ms: 40640\n end_ms: 42700\n- text: That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n start_ms: 42700\n end_ms: 45780\n- text: Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n start_ms: 45780\n end_ms: 46840\n- text: Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n start_ms: 46840\n end_ms: 49890\n- text: Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n start_ms: 49890\n end_ms: 52930\n- text: I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n start_ms: 52930\n end_ms: 55080\n- text: Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n start_ms: 55080\n end_ms: 57110\n- text: That's why my brain is out of order\n start_ms: 57110\n end_ms: 59160\n- text: Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n start_ms: 59160\n end_ms: 61150\n- text: And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n start_ms: 61150\n end_ms: 65270\n- text: Then carve my name in your pavement\n start_ms: 65270\n end_ms: 67220\n- text: I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n start_ms: 67220\n end_ms: 69350\n- text: I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n start_ms: 69350\n end_ms: 72430\n- text: Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n start_ms: 72430\n end_ms: 74420\n- text: From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n start_ms: 74420\n end_ms: 77540\n- text: Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n start_ms: 77540\n end_ms: 79600\n- text: What's the flavor? tim? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\nChorus: repeat 4x\n\nI'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\nBoy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\nBack to part two of the segment, the red bend\nMics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\nAnd if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\nAnd tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\nGot naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\nThe best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\nPsych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\nCause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\nI grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n(Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\nI had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\nTried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\nSnapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\nAnd he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\nJason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\nNorman bates work the night shift late\nSince he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\nBust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\nMe havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\nThat caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\nPlus I got his brain pickled in a jar\nSo let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\nMy rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\nAnd rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\nWith the one-two punch, like servin a customer\nAnd if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\nThen ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\nI know, from me, the original p-funk\nSee ya next lp chump!\n\nChorus","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.94]Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n[00:06.06]Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n[00:26.21]With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n[00:28.36]So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n[00:31.48]And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n[00:33.56]I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n[00:35.55]Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n[00:38.63]I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n[00:40.64]I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n[00:42.70]That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n[00:45.78]Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n[00:46.84]Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n[00:49.89]Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n[00:52.93]I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n[00:55.08]Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n[00:57.11]That's why my brain is out of order\n[00:59.16]Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n[01:01.15]And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n[01:05.27]Then carve my name in your pavement\n[01:07.22]I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n[01:09.35]I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n[01:12.43]Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n[01:14.42]From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n[01:17.54]Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n[01:19.60]What's the flavor? tim? (fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n[01:21.60]Chorus: repeat 4x\n[01:24.71]I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n[01:28.82]Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n[01:29.83]Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n[01:43.99]Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n[01:46.08]And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n[01:48.07]And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n[01:50.15]Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n[01:53.20]The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n[01:56.23]Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n[01:59.34]Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n[02:01.36]I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n[02:04.39](Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n[02:06.48]I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n[02:08.40]Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n[02:09.59]Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n[02:13.56]And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n[02:15.65]Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n[02:18.79]143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n[02:21.79]Norman bates work the night shift late\n[02:23.73]Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n[02:25.80]Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n[02:27.86]Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n[02:30.99]That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n[02:34.07]Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n[02:37.09]So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n[02:38.14]My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n[02:40.11]And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n[02:41.11]With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n[02:48.29]And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n[02:49.31]Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n[02:51.32]I know, from me, the original p-funk\n[02:53.20]See ya next lp chump!\n[02:55.33]Chorus\n[02:55.45]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Rated “R”\n artist: Redman\n album: Tonight’s da Night\n duration_ms: 202000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Nah nah nah, fuck that!\n start_ms: 4940\n end_ms: 6060\n- text: Don't hold me back, the funkadelic devil just snapped\n start_ms: 6060\n end_ms: 26210\n- text: With a rap, that's shittin on the story of jack sprat\n start_ms: 26210\n end_ms: 28360\n- text: So put your money where your mouth is, watch redman house shit\n start_ms: 28360\n end_ms: 31480\n- text: And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('damn!')\n start_ms: 31480\n end_ms: 33560\n- text: I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails\n start_ms: 33560\n end_ms: 35550\n- text: Word to? jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails\n start_ms: 35550\n end_ms: 38630\n- text: I'm not a warrior or bavarian type of nigga\n start_ms: 38630\n end_ms: 40640\n- text: I'm just quick to smoke your family then fuck your sister\n start_ms: 40640\n end_ms: 42700\n- text: That's what type of shit I'm on, word is bond\n start_ms: 42700\n end_ms: 45780\n- text: Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role?\n start_ms: 45780\n end_ms: 46840\n- text: Cause every since I was an infrant I was different\n start_ms: 46840\n end_ms: 49890\n- text: Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it\n start_ms: 49890\n end_ms: 52930\n- text: I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step\n start_ms: 52930\n end_ms: 55080\n- text: Cause she hit me with a left, then another left\n start_ms: 55080\n end_ms: 57110\n- text: That's why my brain is out of order\n start_ms: 57110\n end_ms: 59160\n- text: Because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter\n start_ms: 59160\n end_ms: 61150\n- text: And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I spray shit\n start_ms: 61150\n end_ms: 65270\n- text: Then carve my name in your pavement\n start_ms: 65270\n end_ms: 67220\n- text: I was rated 'x' but I flexed\n start_ms: 67220\n end_ms: 69350\n- text: I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level\n start_ms: 69350\n end_ms: 72430\n- text: Ain't that ill? that I could just stand and watch a bloodspill\n start_ms: 72430\n end_ms: 74420\n- text: From a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill\n start_ms: 74420\n end_ms: 77540\n- text: Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bullshit\n start_ms: 77540\n end_ms: 79600\n- text: What's the flavor? tim? 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(fuck what you heard, this rated r)\n\n Chorus: repeat 4x\n\n I'm rated r, this is a warning --> rakim\n Boy you can't fuck with me! --> ice cube\n\n Back to part two of the segment, the red bend\n Mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends\n And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk\n And tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)\n Got naughty in my nature plus I'm down with o.p.p.\n The best part about it, I got aids, bitch!\n Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women\n Cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin\n I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip\n (Yo red, kick that hype shit on who you had a fight with!)\n I had a fight with chuck, the punk motherfuck\n Tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (bing!)\n Snapped the neck on michael myers then I freaked it; cause it was august\n And he was talkin this trick or treat shit (trick or treat!)\n Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block\n 143rd and amsterdam by the smoke shop\n Norman bates work the night shift late\n Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake\n Bust a maneuver freddy kruger, dreamed about\n Me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up\n That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw\n Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar\n So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate\n My rap style, so to cut em off I truncate\n And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up\n With the one-two punch, like servin a customer\n And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him\n Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from\n I know, from me, the original p-funk\n See ya next lp chump!\n\n Chorus\n"},{"id":38314545,"name":"I’m a Bad","trackName":"I’m a Bad","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Tonight’s da Night","duration":173.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker\nI puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker\nCause my brain is twisted, so I cock the biscuit\nCause shit's thick, some say I'ma bastard of a swift bitch\nNegro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro\nTo make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro\nYou big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me\nYou can't hear me then my record label didn't push me\nI know I'm sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes\nBut if I wasn't bad, I wouldn't freak it in the line\nBut it don't seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter\nI'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya\nHow does it feel with the face full of funk\nWith the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt\nI puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey\nAss off then I just crush on the hush hush\nSo if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter\nAsk the brothers (why?) Cause I'm bad (word to mothers)\n\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n\nYo yo, check this out\nThis is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers\nJust to show y'all I do what the FUCK I wanna do\nI want y'all to check this on the real\nAnd yo, check this out\n\n[Fast bass beat drops in]\nShake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it!\nWhassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now?\nWhattup now? Hahahahah\n\n(Yo Red, c'mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)\n\nYo kid chill, aight aight check it out\nFlexy I'm sexy when I'm standin in my drawers\nIf you can't check me when I'm rappin, put the tape on pause\nAnd listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man\nGive me five on the backhand then stick\nYour finger in a hole and chop the stick quick\nCause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit\nSince you're holding your breath, I hold my jewels\nI swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools\nThe original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G\nI been this way every since nine months\nSo get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause\nMy shit's more deep, than any tape from Enigma\nThe gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash\nBasic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blasted\nMuch ass I kick, groove to the master mix\nMy song still pumps when it's not even mastered, bitch!\nMy shit's very chronic so rewind it\nCause it's like. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!\nCause I'm a wild and crazy guy! No lie!\nLast brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye\nI'm bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin Hubbard\nEatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't\nAnd if you still don't under-fuckin-stand where I'm comin from\nListen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from!\n\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n\"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: I’m a Bad\n artist: Redman\n album: Tonight’s da Night\n duration_ms: 173000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker\n I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker\n Cause my brain is twisted, so I cock the biscuit\n Cause shit's thick, some say I'ma bastard of a swift bitch\n Negro, funkin it with the style in your ear bro\n To make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro\n You big pussy, so funky that you have to douche me\n You can't hear me then my record label didn't push me\n I know I'm sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes\n But if I wasn't bad, I wouldn't freak it in the line\n But it don't seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter\n I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya\n How does it feel with the face full of funk\n With the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt\n I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey\n Ass off then I just crush on the hush hush\n So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter\n Ask the brothers (why?) Cause I'm bad (word to mothers)\n\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n\n Yo yo, check this out\n This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers\n Just to show y'all I do what the FUCK I wanna do\n I want y'all to check this on the real\n And yo, check this out\n\n [Fast bass beat drops in]\n Shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it!\n Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now?\n Whattup now? Hahahahah\n\n (Yo Red, c'mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)\n\n Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out\n Flexy I'm sexy when I'm standin in my drawers\n If you can't check me when I'm rappin, put the tape on pause\n And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man\n Give me five on the backhand then stick\n Your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick\n Cause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit\n Since you're holding your breath, I hold my jewels\n I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools\n The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G\n I been this way every since nine months\n So get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause\n My shit's more deep, than any tape from Enigma\n The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash\n Basic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blasted\n Much ass I kick, groove to the master mix\n My song still pumps when it's not even mastered, bitch!\n My shit's very chronic so rewind it\n Cause it's like. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!\n Cause I'm a wild and crazy guy! No lie!\n Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye\n I'm bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin Hubbard\n Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't\n And if you still don't under-fuckin-stand where I'm comin from\n Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from!\n\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Yo word to the mother\" (3X)\n \"I'm a bad.\"\"Bad bad, and a wicked in bed\"\n"},{"id":7155865,"name":"Tonight's Da Night","trackName":"Tonight's Da Night","artistName":"Redman","albumName":"Vol. 16 - Lifer's Picks","duration":201.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove\nRelax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise\nAround the planet, pack 'em in like Janet\nJackson, she's askin' if I can slam it, I'm-\nYo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man?\nGet the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man\nGet with that rough shit, man, you know how we do\n\nMic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9\nBy the waistline, kickin' the hype shit\nI never claim to be the best type of rapper\nBut have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after\n\nI'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum\nBeef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son\nTrigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?\nIt's the Redman on the funk train\n\nPsych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night\nTo do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite\nThe work perfected, when the funk been injected\nI roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split\n\nPunk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front\nOn the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped\nI'm not an addict, more like Puff the Magic\nThen pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew (gots to have it)\n\nI don't claim to be a big rap star\n'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar\nSo, listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'\n'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'\n\nFat black bitch, nasty\nBush bear, booga breath bitch\nNasty, talk to your tits bitch\nWith them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles\nTurned up shoes havin' ass\nLemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker\n\nYou wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze\n'Cause the lyrics and tracks make me funky like cottage cheese\nFuck the smooth shit, I get down with the boom bip\nLike Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick\n\nBut tonight's the night what I write tonight\nThis type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's\nHanging out with my niggas, my niggas\nThe Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers\n\nI keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway\nBlunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday\nRoll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise\n'Cause we can do that black, so \"Get the Bozack\", Jack\n\nRemember, I do the type of evil that men do\nLike cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too\nSo, turn the volume up a notch\nAnd watch the ba-bump\nBa-bump, make your speakers pop\n\nThat's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump\nJump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump\nBut if you wanna see a fly but frantic\nCool romantic more slicker than my man Rick\n\nYou better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit\n'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit\nNiggas fucked up by lettin' me make an album (how come, rude boy?)\nTo get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run\n\nNasty fuckin' green thumb Jolly Green niggas\nTango mango, pickin' havin' ass\nNasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass\nJohnny Cash, afro havin'\nJack of Spades, boots havin'\nTony Danza, shoes wearin' ass\n\nB-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand\nMy hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam\nI get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts\nI get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump, you-\n\nYo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (turn that shit off)\nTurn that shit 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Hurricane G packs the gat, son\nTrigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?\nIt's the Redman on the funk train\n\nPsych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night\nTo do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite\nThe work perfected, when the funk been injected\nI roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split\n\nPunk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front\nOn the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped\nI'm not an addict, more like Puff the Magic\nThen pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew (gots to have it)\n\nI don't claim to be a big rap star\n'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar\nSo, listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'\n'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'\n\nFat black bitch, nasty\nBush bear, booga breath bitch\nNasty, talk to your tits bitch\nWith them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles\nTurned up shoes havin' ass\nLemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker\n\nYou wanna see me 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check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit\n[02:33.54] 'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit\n[02:35.71] Niggas fucked up by lettin' me make an album (how come, rude boy?)\n[02:38.57] To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run\n[02:41.52] Nasty fuckin' green thumb Jolly Green niggas\n[02:45.33] Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass\n[02:49.53] Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass\n[02:54.09] Johnny Cash, afro havin'\n[02:57.16] Jack of Spades, boots havin'\n[02:58.90] Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass\n[03:01.84] B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand\n[03:04.70] My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam\n[03:07.77] I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts\n[03:10.48] I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump, you-\n[03:13.88] Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (turn that shit off)\n[03:16.21] Turn that shit down, man\n[03:17.53] Turn this shit off, G\n[03:18.88] Boom the new record on, know what I'm sayin'?\n[03:20.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: 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text: I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts\n start_ms: 187780\n end_ms: 190410\n- text: I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump, you-\n start_ms: 190410\n end_ms: 193870\n- text: Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (turn that shit off)\n start_ms: 193870\n end_ms: 196260\n- text: Turn that shit down, man\n start_ms: 196260\n end_ms: 197560\n- text: Turn this shit off, G\n start_ms: 197560\n end_ms: 198830\n- text: Boom the new record on, know what I'm sayin'?\n start_ms: 198830\n end_ms: 200850\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 200850\nplain: |-\n Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove\n Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise\n Around the planet, pack 'em in like Janet\n Jackson, she's askin' if I can slam it, I'm-\n Yo, yo, Redman, man, what the fuck, man?\n Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man\n Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do\n\n Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9\n By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit\n I never claim to be the best type of rapper\n But have to show them motherfuckers what I'm after\n\n I'm after the gold, then after that, the platinum\n Beef after that, Hurricane G packs the gat, son\n Trigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang, what my name?\n It's the Redman on the funk train\n\n Psych, you're motherfuckin' right, tonight's the night\n To do what I wanna do, to do it like dynamite\n The work perfected, when the funk been injected\n I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split\n\n Punk, pass the forty and the blunt and don't front\n On the block, 'cause when you do front, brothers are gettin' stomped\n I'm not an addict, more like Puff the Magic\n Then pass it when I'm through 'cause my crew (gots to have it)\n\n I don't claim to be a big rap star\n 'Cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar\n So, listen up and take heed to what I'm sayin'\n 'Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't playin'\n\n Fat black bitch, nasty\n Bush bear, booga breath bitch\n Nasty, talk to your tits bitch\n With them nasty Africans, Mr. Bojangles\n Turned up shoes havin' ass\n Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker\n\n You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze\n 'Cause the lyrics and tracks make me funky like cottage cheese\n Fuck the smooth shit, I get down with the boom bip\n Like Q-Tip, I kick more styles than Bruce shoes kick\n\n But tonight's the night what I write tonight\n This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's\n Hanging out with my niggas, my niggas\n The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers\n\n I keep the forty between my lap, coolin', rollin' down the highway\n Blunt system pumps 'cause it's Friday\n Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise\n 'Cause we can do that black, so \"Get the Bozack\", Jack\n\n Remember, I do the type of evil that men do\n Like cursin' out my window at a bitch and her friend too\n So, turn the volume up a notch\n And watch the ba-bump\n Ba-bump, make your speakers pop\n\n That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump\n Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump\n But if you wanna see a fly but frantic\n Cool romantic more slicker than my man Rick\n\n You better check the Yellow Pages under smooth shit\n 'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit\n Niggas fucked up by lettin' me make an album (how come, rude boy?)\n To get on the mic and let my fuckin' style run\n\n Nasty fuckin' green thumb Jolly Green niggas\n Tango mango, pickin' havin' ass\n Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin' ass\n Johnny Cash, afro havin'\n Jack of Spades, boots havin'\n Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass\n\n B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand\n My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam\n I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts\n I get vexed, I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump, you-\n\n Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off, man (turn that shit off)\n Turn that shit down, man\n Turn this shit off, G\n Boom the new record on, know what I'm sayin'?\n"}]