Tonight's Da Nite (remix) Lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside - Redman

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, well get to bang, rockin my thang 

Funkadelic, hit you with irrelevant, heyyyy 

Micraphone 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 niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can 

*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a 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 

Pajamies, 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 enough to pinch 

the clitoris, dangle it 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 cutes 

Grab you 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 nigga, rollin right 

Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when 

I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted 

Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which 

makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh 

So on and on and let me kick the rab 

That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass 

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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 

For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant... 

.ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school 

I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu 

Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets 

Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes 

Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper 

I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz 

I kill like that, plus I roll like that 

I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that 

BUT FUCK THAT, we drop 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 nost to rock the block 

Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock 

Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity 

Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on 

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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 yeahhyeah! 

Oh yeahhyeah! 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 old dreams at 

I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat 

Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that