Red 2 Go Lyrics - Old - Danny Brown

Codeine in my cereal, always behind a smokey 

I'm sorta like a miracle, you rappers are venereal 

And never in my stereo, might spray your ass with vinegar 

The next time that I see ya bro 

Bet yo ass still won't be tight 

The size of my dick nigga, every pussy tight 

I write all night til the sun comes up 

Dodging texts from yo sista tryna lick on my nuts 

Cobra clutch the game, put that bitch into submission 

Yo bitch want the stick shift, no transmission 

Dawg, I'm on a mission, you're playing exhibition 

On an expedition, poppin X but never trippin 

Chillin with a vixen, tryna stick my dick in 

Red head ho, like a young Kathy Griffin 

Smoked too many blunts, I can hear my lungs whistlin' 

Still rollin up, ho smellin like chicken 

Rap Martin Lawrence, all you other rappers boring 

Bruiser make 2 Live Crew look like some mormons 

Nigga my essay is hard like a life-doin' ese 

Gang banging on the yard with a home made machete 

The nicest cassette tapes, stay smokin' heavy 

Popped a couple pills, eye's glowing like Belly 

Used to stash the cracks in the seams of my Pelle 

Detroit nigga, but I'm smokin' on LA 

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And is anybody nervous? 

I'm red to go 

I'm red to go 

I said is anybody worried? 

I'm red to go 

I'm red to go 

Is anybody scared? 

I'm red to go 

I'm red to go 

Well I used to be afraid 

I'm red to go 

I'm red to go 

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Tired of where I came from but know where I'm goin' 

Tears in my eyes cause I'm smokin' on an onion 

Aroma on that 'etra scary and McNairy 

Off of moon rocks in Barcelona poppin' cherries 

Blowjobs from model twins 

Doin' drugs with acronyms 

So many lines thought this shit was bush garden 

Party startin' monster with the hair like Blanka 

Hotel room like a hair metal concert 

This blonde made the dick do the spring on... 

You disrespect I hit you with the slap of Tatanka 

Remember nigga used to eat shit that didn't match 

Like cornbeef hash and some fuckin' Apple Jacks 

Used to bag up the packs at? every night 

Bologna all night, with no peanut butter, couldn't waste it on the mic 

So I waste every night, everything came with rice 

And I knew I wouldn't write 

So I got my ass up, fuck dependin' on luck 

Greyhound to NY bout 300 bucks 

Kept my hopes up but my confidence was low 

Now my self esteem is astral 

Lookin' at this cash flow 

Did it my way, I ain't nobody ho 

I'm bout to pimp the rap game 

Bitch I'm red to go 

Did it my way, I ain't nobody ho 

I'm bout to pimp the rap game 

Bitch I'm red to go 

And is anybody nervous? 

I'm red to go 

I'm red to go 

I said is anybody worried? 

I'm red to go 

I'm red to go 

Is anybody scared? 

I'm red to go 

I'm red to go 

Well I used to be afraid 

I'm red to go 

I'm red to go