Текст песни Lady Luck f Redman - Hey Ladies
Lady Luck f Redman - Hey Ladies слова песни
[Redman] Yo yo..{Chorus 2X: Redman and Lady Luck}[R] HEY LADIEEEES!![L] Luck`s the name[L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs[R] HEY LADIEEEES!![L] Yo, you niggaz can`t stop me[L] This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me[Lady Luck]Nigga I be, that chick that`ll brawl with a dudeStrut around nose up with a attitudeFlaunt jewels, haunt crews, Luck is bad newsPull `em out a tool, show ya what a MAC`ll doAim for your North Face coatOr put three up in your small face and a couple up in your throatFar from a joke, AND it`s that time of the monthMy niggaz came to the party drunk, gettin it crunkThey say it`s, type foul how I look at life nowSlumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fleType wild, lifestyle, dizzy off Cris-talTalk with a lisp now, walk with a limp nowMUST be a pit now, I`m always with my manGrand in my hand just signed to Def JamAlong with Nia Long lookin for "The Best Man"Lay up in the wet sands when not in the `luxe LandNigga uhh[Redman] Yo yo..{Chorus}[Lady Luck]You heard the flow`s lavaand little momma spit it hotter than the enchiladaFoot to the floor, whip the Jag like a stunt driver {*SCREEE!*}The glock right beside herAnd Shannon Scholar follow and we came to lock the block upYou heard "blaka blaka" coward get your coke and rocks upSomebody call the cops up, need vice squad to stop upDoin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppaHow I look; fallin in love and then Luck get knocked up?I need a brolic nigga (uhh) hydraulic nigga (uhh)Swervin from the feds, ridin coke pilin niggaI`m never silent nigga, Luck get kinda violent niggaThe type to snatch you out your car and take your wallet nigga(Get outta there!) I roll with cuz-ons, fam get your thug on(Why not?) Type to beat a nigga down if he mug wrongEvery time, Luck mix coke in every lineAnd stop askin nigga yeah I write my own rhymes[Redman] Yo yo..{Chorus}[Lady Luck]Nigga I be, that chick that have you eatin through an IV{*beep, beep, FLATLINE*} You cowards try me I`ll let the slugs fly freeWhere the rocks be? Where the jocks be?You grab a glock and let it pop if you gon` stop meI`m probably hot, the Goddess in hereBetter spit your hardest this year, I`m starvin this yearRegardless who here, Luck gon` murder the flowYou broke-ass niggaz act like you allergic to doughNever get none nigga let your lip runAnd watch my clique come, cock back and spit one (blaow!)Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum (uhh)And every time I rock, watch my pockets thick-enY`all ride dick on any cat that can buy the P-radaand scatter my motto why bother when Luck about dollarsFemale rap Tony Montana bubble like saunasBring the armor make your block look like a tiny Pearl HarborYou wants no drama[Redman] Yo yo..{Chorus}{Chorus} - 1/2X[Redman]HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wildWild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wildWild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wildWild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wildWild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)[Lady Luck]Luck`s the nameStay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangsYo, you niggaz can`t stop meThis chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me