Redman
Tonight’s da Nite (Remix)
[Intro]
Who wanna have a motherfuckin' orgy?
Word is bond, word is me
Smokin' mad blunts, and all the fronts and
Check it out, whatcha want and
Go on with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang
Funkadelic hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy

[Verse 1]
Microphone check, I walk around the street with black TECs and knapsacks
I'm known for smokin' ass-cracks 'til I get ass flashbacks
So all my n***as up your fuckin' jammies let me hear ya lick 'em
*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* Now did you catch the victim? HELL NO
Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin' through his back
'Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
I rock it 'til, bitches start givin' up that punany
Put jammies up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit
Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit
Don't believe me? Why your pussy breathin' hard and on tilt, bitch?
Your clitoris, danglin' from my cock, I don't feel shit
So check me, the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy
I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis
Then swoop through your troops, knock the boots on your groups
Rob ya for your loot, wrap my fuckin' chain around your tooth
'Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite
The music feelin' Funkadelic and the mood is right
I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight
'Cause that's the way the knotty-headed n***as rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle in Chocolate Thai to get me high with
I ran through more n***as than any kid that was adopted
Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick 'cause it's stock which
Makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks, bitch
HOOAHH...So on and on and let me kick the wrath
That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin' ass
[Chorus]
("I can't wait to get it on")
("Tonight's da night, and me and my n***as ain't playin'")
On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang
("I can't wait to get it on")
("Tonight's da night, and me and my n***as ain't playin'")
On with slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang
("I can't wait to get it on")
("Tonight's da night, and me and my n***as ain't playin'")
Come on with the slang, boogie da bang, rockin' my thang
("I can't wait to get it on")
("Tonight's da night, and me and my n***as ain't playin'")
Funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant

[Verse 2]
You wanna see me get cool
The original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys
Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys
Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body
Fuck Fonzie, Potsie, I bring Sad Days to n***as constant...ly!
Freak Funkadelic phrases 'cause I choose to
I'm fuckin' Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'fufu
Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets
Plus I'm rollin' blunts with n***as ashes
Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper
I deserve an Oscar for pullin' Glocks out n***as mouths 'cause
I kill like that, plus I roll like that
I'm that guy with cerebral palsy, even Bo knows that
But FUCK THAT, we jumped in the new Runner to get some ganja
Goin' Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out
Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute
The loo-pay, rank near my knots to rock the block
Hittin' n***as upside the head with rocks in socks, Glock on cock
Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin' in unity
Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on
[Outro]
Throw your hands in the air, and wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you haven't been fucked by the Soopaman Luva
Let me hear you say, oh yay-yuh! (That's only for the hoes!)
Come on, oh yay-yuh! (That's only for the hoes)
Funkadelic hit you with the irrelevant
Facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats
Flick slaps 'em back, come on and fuckin' up tracks
Kick the mad wicked, Bricks to stick it
Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it
She wanna check me when I'm lickin' your ass
And lickin' ya down to your clitoris
Do you remember this, bitch? I know you're kinda hearin' this
Style that I'm kickin', yes I'm mad wicked
Funkadelic runs the mad train up your anus!
Baby, 'cause I'm famous!
Nope, I didn't mean that
The mean fat black fat tracks and on teams that
I'm on team strapped, sports a bean hat
Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gon' mean that
Ah-ha, uh-huh
("Ba-bump, ba-bump") ("Ba-bump, ba-bump")
("Ba-bump, ba-bump") ("Ba-bump, ba-bump")