- REDMAN Da Da Dahhh 歌詞
- REDMAN
- Yo, I gotta back ache, stomach ache, diahrea, vomiting
Cold feet, runny nose, head ache, insomnia
Cranky, moody, burpin while Im cursin
Baby chair tied in a suburban drinkin burban
Im only 3, and gotta chip motorola
A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
Lyin, cryin, whinin, teasin
Suckin tities like I had years of breast feedin
In the begining I was sinning
Kept my mama back and forth
To the hospital for the constant kickin
Kept them ass whippin, Im gettin them all
Show off like fodolo so fuck all yall
Do you get your ass whipped with your moms bad luck
Like ahuh yeu yeu get hit by a truck
Playin catch a girl, fuck a girl
Throw her in a sandwich
Just a young boy doing grown man shit
Im just a young boy doing grown man shit
Im just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like kickin your ass
Im just a young boy doing grown man shit
Smokin weed
Im just a young boy doing grown man shit
All day check it out
Im only 13 puttin in work
Rockin chinese shoes with high top converse but first
We was all gas watchin game of def with bruce
Walkin home from the movies （* red makes karate movie noises *）
I thought about the sex often
I even kept a heartland for them white girls on magic garden
Light skin, chubby and shit
Ran my mamas phone bill for callin biggs biggs biggs
The old hands used to make them little niggaz fight
The lead patch was the shit if you snatch it right
And everybody knew the pattern of pac man
Rams was 15 and that then was happenin
Niggaz used to get robbed at twin city
I was cuttin on sls glue with a penny
When epmd dropped its my thing
I said damn I gotta get up in this rap game
Im just a young boy doing grown man shit
Im just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like touchin your tities
Im just a young boy doing grown man shit
Im just a young boy doing grown man shit
Like stealin my mamas car
I used to tell my sis Im gonna make it bitch
So close to gettin on I could taste the shit
In a hot ass room cuttin smooth operator
In my last year at west side high I barley made it
Flippin eightballs, going to montclair state
I passed one class and still owe their ass cake
For quick cash, doc hit up 13th ave
Sell white boys oregano dash then we laughed
That was the days now the times switched up
Son either walk them dogs, sunff it or get snuffed
Them hos got triflin but much thicker
My weed got better so easily I fucked shit up
I test yall with my def squad cam
And I dont stage show dive unless yall amp
To all my fans, arivaderchi to ya
And any ho that didnt blow doc, I never knew ya!
Now Im a grown man doing grown mans shit
Now Im a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like still sqeezin your titties
Im just a grown man doing grown man shit
With a big ass car
Now Im a grown man doing grown mans shit
Rollin better credit
Now Im a grown man doing grown mans shit
Yo yo shit is crazy
Now Im a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like smackin your ass
Now Im a grown man doing grown mans shit
Like shaving my beard
Now Im a grown man doing grown mans shit
I got hair on my chest!
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