| 歌曲 | Tonight's Da Night |
| 歌手 | Redman |
| 专辑 | Whut? The Album |
| 作词 : James, Redman, Stone | |
| [Redman] Mic check, | |
| I can get smooth to any groove | |
| Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise around the planet, pack em in like | |
| Janet Jackson, she's askin if | |
| I can slam it | |
| I'm.... [Hurricane G] | |
| Yo yo Redman! | |
| Man what the | |
| FUCK man? | |
| Get the FU | |
| CK off that.. punk smoov shit man! | |
| Get with that | |
| ROUGH shit man, you know how we do! [Redman] | |
| Mic check, | |
| I walk around the streets with a black tech nine by the waistline, kickin the hype shit | |
| I never claim to be the best type of rapper | |
| But hafta, show them motherfuckers what | |
| I'm after | |
| I'm after the gold, then after that the platinum | |
| Beef after that, | |
| Hurricane | |
| G packs the gat son | |
| Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name? | |
| It's the Redman on the funk thang | |
| Psyche, you're motherfuckin right, tonight's the night | |
| To do what | |
| I wanna do, to do it like dynamite | |
| The work perfected, when the funk been ejected | |
| I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split | |
| Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don't front on the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stomped | |
| I'm not a addict, more like | |
| Puff than | |
| Magic Then pass it when | |
| I'm through cause my crew gots to have it | |
| I don't claim to be a big rap star cause no matter who you are, you'll still catch a bullet scar | |
| So listen up and take heed to what | |
| I'm sayin | |
| Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggaz ain't playin | |
| Fat black bitch! | |
| Nasty.. bush bear, booga breath bitch | |
| Nasty, talk to your tits bitch with them nasty | |
| Africans, | |
| Mr. Bojangles | |
| Turned up shoes havin ass.. | |
| Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker! | |
| You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese | |
| Fuck the smoov shit, | |
| I get down wit the boom bip like | |
| Q-Tip, I kick more styles than | |
| Bruce shoe's kick | |
| But tonight's the night what | |
| I write tonight | |
| This type of funk with the flavor like | |
| Mike'n'Ike's | |
| Hanging out wit my niggaz, my niggaz | |
| The {Pack | |
| Pistol Posse} keep they fingers on the triggers | |
| I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highway | |
| Blunt system pumps cause it's | |
| Friday Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise cause, we can do that black, so get the bozack jack | |
| Remember, | |
| I do the type of evil that men do | |
| Like cursin out my window at a bitch and her friend too | |
| So turn the volume up a notch and watch the ba- | |
| BUMP, ba-B | |
| UMP, make ya speakers pop | |
| That's the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump jump, jump, jump.. jump, jump, jump | |
| But if you want to see a fly but frantic cool romantic, more | |
| Slick=er than my man | |
| Rick You better check the | |
| Yellow Pages under smoov shit cause | |
| Red ain't down for the bullshit | |
| Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album (How come rude bwoy?) | |
| To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run | |
| Nasty fuckin greenthumb | |
| Jolly Green niggaz | |
| Tango mango, pickin havin ass | |
| Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass | |
| Johnny Cash, afro havin | |
| Jack of Spades, boots havin | |
| Tony Danza, shoes wearin ass! | |
| B-b-b-black by popular demand, | |
| I expand My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam | |
| I get sex, | |
| I get wreck, | |
| I puff mad blunts | |
| I get vexed, | |
| I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump | |
| You... Yo, fuck that, yo turn this shit off man | |
| Turn this shit off, | |
| G Boom the new record on, knahmsayin? |
| zuò cí : James, Redman, Stone | |
| Redman Mic check, | |
| I can get smooth to any groove | |
| Relax the tongue, let my mic take a cruise around the planet, pack em in like | |
| Janet Jackson, she' s askin if | |
| I can slam it | |
| I' m.... Hurricane G | |
| Yo yo Redman! | |
| Man what the | |
| FUCK man? | |
| Get the FU | |
| CK off that.. punk smoov shit man! | |
| Get with that | |
| ROUGH shit man, you know how we do! Redman | |
| Mic check, | |
| I walk around the streets with a black tech nine by the waistline, kickin the hype shit | |
| I never claim to be the best type of rapper | |
| But hafta, show them motherfuckers what | |
| I' m after | |
| I' m after the gold, then after that the platinum | |
| Beef after that, | |
| Hurricane | |
| G packs the gat son | |
| Trigger, bang, bang, yo bust the slang, whut my name? | |
| It' s the Redman on the funk thang | |
| Psyche, you' re motherfuckin right, tonight' s the night | |
| To do what | |
| I wanna do, to do it like dynamite | |
| The work perfected, when the funk been ejected | |
| I roughen up the rough draft to like make your head split | |
| Punk! Pass the 40 and the blunt and don' t front on the block, cause when you do front, brothers are gettin stomped | |
| I' m not a addict, more like | |
| Puff than | |
| Magic Then pass it when | |
| I' m through cause my crew gots to have it | |
| I don' t claim to be a big rap star cause no matter who you are, you' ll still catch a bullet scar | |
| So listen up and take heed to what | |
| I' m sayin | |
| Cause tonight' s the night and me and my niggaz ain' t playin | |
| Fat black bitch! | |
| Nasty.. bush bear, booga breath bitch | |
| Nasty, talk to your tits bitch with them nasty | |
| Africans, | |
| Mr. Bojangles | |
| Turned up shoes havin ass.. | |
| Lemming leprechaun haircut motherfucker! | |
| You wanna see me get cool, please, save it for the breeze cause the lyrics and tracks, make me funky like cottage cheese | |
| Fuck the smoov shit, | |
| I get down wit the boom bip like | |
| QTip, I kick more styles than | |
| Bruce shoe' s kick | |
| But tonight' s the night what | |
| I write tonight | |
| This type of funk with the flavor like | |
| Mike' n' Ike' s | |
| Hanging out wit my niggaz, my niggaz | |
| The Pack | |
| Pistol Posse keep they fingers on the triggers | |
| I keep the 40 between my lap, coolin, rollin down the highway | |
| Blunt system pumps cause it' s | |
| Friday Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise cause, we can do that black, so get the bozack jack | |
| Remember, | |
| I do the type of evil that men do | |
| Like cursin out my window at a bitch and her friend too | |
| So turn the volume up a notch and watch the ba | |
| BUMP, baB | |
| UMP, make ya speakers pop | |
| That' s the funk, when it pumps it makes your rump jump, jump, jump.. jump, jump, jump | |
| But if you want to see a fly but frantic cool romantic, more | |
| Slick er than my man | |
| Rick You better check the | |
| Yellow Pages under smoov shit cause | |
| Red ain' t down for the bullshit | |
| Niggaz fucked up by letting me make an album How come rude bwoy? | |
| To get on the mic and let my fuckin style run | |
| Nasty fuckin greenthumb | |
| Jolly Green niggaz | |
| Tango mango, pickin havin ass | |
| Nasty epileptic disease crazy havin ass | |
| Johnny Cash, afro havin | |
| Jack of Spades, boots havin | |
| Tony Danza, shoes wearin ass! | |
| Bbbblack by popular demand, | |
| I expand My hand to the mic and let my mouth kick the flim flam | |
| I get sex, | |
| I get wreck, | |
| I puff mad blunts | |
| I get vexed, | |
| I break necks, punch out gold fronts, chump | |
| You... Yo, fuck that, yo turn this shit off man | |
| Turn this shit off, | |
| G Boom the new record on, knahmsayin? |