Lirik Lagu Wrong 4 Dat - Redman F/ Keith Murray
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[Redman]This is WKYA, We Kickin Yo' Ass radioAll you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the poundput your motherfuckin pounds up, and start bustin the motherfuckersAm I too loud for this motherfucker?Turn me down a little bitYeah yeah yeah
Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own billsStated own real, haters gon' feelDirect Syndrome, mouth with cold tongueYou bounty hunters be on the chase for Joe YoungI won't slip, keep pink slips to my carI'm raw like sushi bars on bougie broadsI retrieve the money, dawg labradorRay Charles can see it, and Stacy LattisawYou get mashed out, cause your bird is peckinDon't be the next vinyl cut to _Urban Legend_I can feel where you at, when I pound you upYou out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is upMy crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the PorscheIf you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorceI'ma do what I want, cause my time is nowGrab the whole rap game, and divide it down
If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the backBitch feet out the back, system beat out the trackAm I wrong for dat?(If that's what you like)Dawg, am I wrong for dat?(Hey, I guess not)Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snubBeatin down security cause I don't give a fuckAm I wrong for dat?(Mmm mmm)Dawg, am I wrong for dat?(Say WHAAAAT?!)
Yo Keith, yo yo Keith{*sound of jail door opening*}
[Keith Murray]I copped the whole box, went half with ReginaldHollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came freeAnd you ain't gotta believe me, fuck bein nervousFar as I'm concerned they're at your funeral serviceWhat do we have here?Snitch in despair, shoot off his earHave his whole body shakin in fearStormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flamesA few ashes, when they analyze your remainsI live in the streets, reside with the toolieI kill you like it's part of my religious dutyStreet sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rugEven females who think they thugsTrigger the release of adrenalineWhen I'm gangsta-trippin like the Bloods'n'Crips'n'themUnleash the matter of energy, killin 'emWhy'd you do it?Because I wasn't feelin them!
[Redman]If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh)with a shabby haircut, pants I wore for daysAm I wrong for dat?(I don't think so)C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?(Say WHAAAAT?!)Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh)When they playin my song ass spill out the thongAm I wrong for dat?(Got that big ass)Am I wrong for dat?(Tchk, nooo)
I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussyto that bang to the pussy the beat, beatAnd if yo', bitch ain't sippin that Cristal shitThen she might be leavin with D, DI got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin PowersThat bitch that "Stan" drowned, I fucked around with herAct like a man, stand on your own twoDoc takin it all, fuck who it belong to
Yo, first of all I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own billsStated own real, haters gon' feelDirect Syndrome, mouth with cold tongueYou bounty hunters be on the chase for Joe YoungI won't slip, keep pink slips to my carI'm raw like sushi bars on bougie broadsI retrieve the money, dawg labradorRay Charles can see it, and Stacy LattisawYou get mashed out, cause your bird is peckinDon't be the next vinyl cut to _Urban Legend_I can feel where you at, when I pound you upYou out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is upMy crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the PorscheIf you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorceI'ma do what I want, cause my time is nowGrab the whole rap game, and divide it down
If I wanna roll a Jeep with a seat out the backBitch feet out the back, system beat out the trackAm I wrong for dat?(If that's what you like)Dawg, am I wrong for dat?(Hey, I guess not)Yo yo, if I walk into the club with my hand on my snubBeatin down security cause I don't give a fuckAm I wrong for dat?(Mmm mmm)Dawg, am I wrong for dat?(Say WHAAAAT?!)
Yo Keith, yo yo Keith{*sound of jail door opening*}
[Keith Murray]I copped the whole box, went half with ReginaldHollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came freeAnd you ain't gotta believe me, fuck bein nervousFar as I'm concerned they're at your funeral serviceWhat do we have here?Snitch in despair, shoot off his earHave his whole body shakin in fearStormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flamesA few ashes, when they analyze your remainsI live in the streets, reside with the toolieI kill you like it's part of my religious dutyStreet sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rugEven females who think they thugsTrigger the release of adrenalineWhen I'm gangsta-trippin like the Bloods'n'Crips'n'themUnleash the matter of energy, killin 'emWhy'd you do it?Because I wasn't feelin them!
[Redman]If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh)with a shabby haircut, pants I wore for daysAm I wrong for dat?(I don't think so)C'mon bitch, am I wrong for dat?(Say WHAAAAT?!)Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh)When they playin my song ass spill out the thongAm I wrong for dat?(Got that big ass)Am I wrong for dat?(Tchk, nooo)
I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussyto that bang to the pussy the beat, beatAnd if yo', bitch ain't sippin that Cristal shitThen she might be leavin with D, DI got a hairy-ass chest, like Austin PowersThat bitch that "Stan" drowned, I fucked around with herAct like a man, stand on your own twoDoc takin it all, fuck who it belong to
