Wrong 4 Dat - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Wrong 4 Dat - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Redman |
| Artist | Keith Murray |
| Album | Malpractice |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Reggie Noble & Erick Sermon & Keith Murray | |
| 作词 : Murray, Noble, Sermon | |
| [Redman] This is | |
| WKYA, We Kickin | |
| Yo' Ass radio | |
| All you mother****ers out there that wanna get down with the pound put your mother****in pounds up, and start bustin the mother****ers | |
| Am I too loud for this mother****er? | |
| Turn me down a little bit | |
| Yeah yeah yeah | |
| Yo, first of all | |
| I'm a grown-ass man, pay my own bills | |
| Stated own real, haters gon' feel | |
| Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue | |
| You bounty hunters be on the chase for | |
| Joe Young | |
| I won't slip, keep pink slips to my car | |
| I'm raw like sushi bars on bougie broads | |
| I retrieve the money, dawg labrador | |
| Ray Charles can see it, and | |
| Stacy Lattisaw | |
| You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin | |
| Don't be the next vinyl cut to (Urban Legend) | |
| I can feel where you at, when | |
| I pound you up | |
| You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up | |
| My crew stay in the truck, can't fit in the | |
| Porsche If you bitches ain't happy, then get a divorce | |
| I'ma do what | |
| I want, cause my time is now | |
| Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down | |
| If I wanna roll a | |
| Jeep with a seat out the back | |
| Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track | |
| Am I wrong for dat? (If that's what you like) | |
| Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Hey, I guess not) | |
| Yo yo, if | |
| I walk into the club with my hand on my snub | |
| Beatin down security cause | |
| I don't give a **** | |
| Am I wrong for dat? (Mmm mmm) | |
| Dawg, am I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!) | |
| Yo Keith, yo yo | |
| Keith [sound of jail door opening] [Keith Murray] | |
| I copped the whole box, went half with | |
| Reginald Hollow tips infrareds and (?) clips came free | |
| And you ain't gotta believe me, **** bein nervous | |
| Far as I'm concerned they're at your funeral service | |
| What do we have here? | |
| Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear | |
| Have his whole body shakin in fear | |
| Stormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flames | |
| A few ashes, when they analyze your remains | |
| I live in the streets, reside with the toolie | |
| I kill you like it's part of my religious duty | |
| Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug | |
| Even females who think they thugs | |
| Trigger the release of adrenaline | |
| When I'm gangsta-trippin like the | |
| Bloods'n'Crips'n'them | |
| Unleash the matter of energy, killin 'em | |
| Why'd you do it? | |
| Because I wasn't feelin them! [Redman] | |
| If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze (uh-huh) with a shabby haircut, pants | |
| I wore for days | |
| Am I wrong for dat? (I don't think so) | |
| C'mon bitch, am | |
| I wrong for dat? (Say WHAAAAT?!) | |
| Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done (uh-huh) | |
| When they playin my song ass spill out the thong | |
| Am I wrong for dat? (Got that big ass) | |
| Am I wrong for dat? (Tchk, nooo) | |
| I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy to that bang to the pussy the beat, beat | |
| And if yo', bitch ain't sippin that | |
| Cristal shit | |
| Then she might be leavin with | |
| D, D I got a hairy-ass chest, like | |
| Austin Powers | |
| That bitch that "Stan" drowned, | |
| I ****ed around with her | |
| Act like a man, stand on your own two | |
| Doc takin it all, **** who it belong to |
| zuo qu : Reggie Noble Erick Sermon Keith Murray | |
| zuo ci : Murray, Noble, Sermon | |
| Redman This is | |
| WKYA, We Kickin | |
| Yo' Ass radio | |
| All you mother ers out there that wanna get down with the pound put your mother in pounds up, and start bustin the mother ers | |
| Am I too loud for this mother er? | |
| Turn me down a little bit | |
| Yeah yeah yeah | |
| Yo, first of all | |
| I' m a grownass man, pay my own bills | |
| Stated own real, haters gon' feel | |
| Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue | |
| You bounty hunters be on the chase for | |
| Joe Young | |
| I won' t slip, keep pink slips to my car | |
| I' m raw like sushi bars on bougie broads | |
| I retrieve the money, dawg labrador | |
| Ray Charles can see it, and | |
| Stacy Lattisaw | |
| You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin | |
| Don' t be the next vinyl cut to Urban Legend | |
| I can feel where you at, when | |
| I pound you up | |
| You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up | |
| My crew stay in the truck, can' t fit in the | |
| Porsche If you bitches ain' t happy, then get a divorce | |
| I' ma do what | |
| I want, cause my time is now | |
| Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down | |
| If I wanna roll a | |
| Jeep with a seat out the back | |
| Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track | |
| Am I wrong for dat? If that' s what you like | |
| Dawg, am I wrong for dat? Hey, I guess not | |
| Yo yo, if | |
| I walk into the club with my hand on my snub | |
| Beatin down security cause | |
| I don' t give a | |
| Am I wrong for dat? Mmm mmm | |
| Dawg, am I wrong for dat? Say WHAAAAT?! | |
| Yo Keith, yo yo | |
| Keith sound of jail door opening Keith Murray | |
| I copped the whole box, went half with | |
| Reginald Hollow tips infrareds and ? clips came free | |
| And you ain' t gotta believe me, bein nervous | |
| Far as I' m concerned they' re at your funeral service | |
| What do we have here? | |
| Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear | |
| Have his whole body shakin in fear | |
| Stormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flames | |
| A few ashes, when they analyze your remains | |
| I live in the streets, reside with the toolie | |
| I kill you like it' s part of my religious duty | |
| Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug | |
| Even females who think they thugs | |
| Trigger the release of adrenaline | |
| When I' m gangstatrippin like the | |
| Bloods' n' Crips' n' them | |
| Unleash the matter of energy, killin ' em | |
| Why' d you do it? | |
| Because I wasn' t feelin them! Redman | |
| If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze uhhuh with a shabby haircut, pants | |
| I wore for days | |
| Am I wrong for dat? I don' t think so | |
| C' mon bitch, am | |
| I wrong for dat? Say WHAAAAT?! | |
| Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done uhhuh | |
| When they playin my song ass spill out the thong | |
| Am I wrong for dat? Got that big ass | |
| Am I wrong for dat? Tchk, nooo | |
| I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy to that bang to the pussy the beat, beat | |
| And if yo', bitch ain' t sippin that | |
| Cristal shit | |
| Then she might be leavin with | |
| D, D I got a hairyass chest, like | |
| Austin Powers | |
| That bitch that " Stan" drowned, | |
| I ed around with her | |
| Act like a man, stand on your own two | |
| Doc takin it all, who it belong to |
| zuò qǔ : Reggie Noble Erick Sermon Keith Murray | |
| zuò cí : Murray, Noble, Sermon | |
| Redman This is | |
| WKYA, We Kickin | |
| Yo' Ass radio | |
| All you mother ers out there that wanna get down with the pound put your mother in pounds up, and start bustin the mother ers | |
| Am I too loud for this mother er? | |
| Turn me down a little bit | |
| Yeah yeah yeah | |
| Yo, first of all | |
| I' m a grownass man, pay my own bills | |
| Stated own real, haters gon' feel | |
| Direct Syndrome, mouth with cold tongue | |
| You bounty hunters be on the chase for | |
| Joe Young | |
| I won' t slip, keep pink slips to my car | |
| I' m raw like sushi bars on bougie broads | |
| I retrieve the money, dawg labrador | |
| Ray Charles can see it, and | |
| Stacy Lattisaw | |
| You get mashed out, cause your bird is peckin | |
| Don' t be the next vinyl cut to Urban Legend | |
| I can feel where you at, when | |
| I pound you up | |
| You out of town coke rhymes, oh you clowns is up | |
| My crew stay in the truck, can' t fit in the | |
| Porsche If you bitches ain' t happy, then get a divorce | |
| I' ma do what | |
| I want, cause my time is now | |
| Grab the whole rap game, and divide it down | |
| If I wanna roll a | |
| Jeep with a seat out the back | |
| Bitch feet out the back, system beat out the track | |
| Am I wrong for dat? If that' s what you like | |
| Dawg, am I wrong for dat? Hey, I guess not | |
| Yo yo, if | |
| I walk into the club with my hand on my snub | |
| Beatin down security cause | |
| I don' t give a | |
| Am I wrong for dat? Mmm mmm | |
| Dawg, am I wrong for dat? Say WHAAAAT?! | |
| Yo Keith, yo yo | |
| Keith sound of jail door opening Keith Murray | |
| I copped the whole box, went half with | |
| Reginald Hollow tips infrareds and ? clips came free | |
| And you ain' t gotta believe me, bein nervous | |
| Far as I' m concerned they' re at your funeral service | |
| What do we have here? | |
| Snitch in despair, shoot off his ear | |
| Have his whole body shakin in fear | |
| Stormtrooper fires throwin lashin out flames | |
| A few ashes, when they analyze your remains | |
| I live in the streets, reside with the toolie | |
| I kill you like it' s part of my religious duty | |
| Street sweeper thug keeper sweepin thugs under the rug | |
| Even females who think they thugs | |
| Trigger the release of adrenaline | |
| When I' m gangstatrippin like the | |
| Bloods' n' Crips' n' them | |
| Unleash the matter of energy, killin ' em | |
| Why' d you do it? | |
| Because I wasn' t feelin them! Redman | |
| If I ride through the hood, smokin a ounce of haze uhhuh with a shabby haircut, pants | |
| I wore for days | |
| Am I wrong for dat? I don' t think so | |
| C' mon bitch, am | |
| I wrong for dat? Say WHAAAAT?! | |
| Yo, if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done uhhuh | |
| When they playin my song ass spill out the thong | |
| Am I wrong for dat? Got that big ass | |
| Am I wrong for dat? Tchk, nooo | |
| I gotta, bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy to that bang to the pussy the beat, beat | |
| And if yo', bitch ain' t sippin that | |
| Cristal shit | |
| Then she might be leavin with | |
| D, D I got a hairyass chest, like | |
| Austin Powers | |
| That bitch that " Stan" drowned, | |
| I ed around with her | |
| Act like a man, stand on your own two | |
| Doc takin it all, who it belong to |
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