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REDMAN lyrics : "Rated "R""

Nah nah nah, $#&@ that!
Don't hold me back, the Funkadelic Devil just snapped
with a rap, that's %#@!tin on the story of Jack Sprat

So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman house %#@!
And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid ('Damn!')
I got a heart but my heart is made out of nails

Word to ?Jamel?, my heart pumps nails in my blood rails
I'm not a warrior or Bavarian type of ^!$$%
I'm just quick to smoke your family then $#&@ your sister

That's what type of %#@! I'm on, word is bond
Been thinkin about playin that nice guy role ?
Cause every since I was an infrant I was different

Paid no attention to my moms when she ripped it
I was a hardheaded mother-eff, but had to step
cause she hit me with a left, then another left

That's why my brain is out of order
because it just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
And do a driveby, $#&@ that, I walk by and I spray %#@!

then carve my name in your pavement
I was Rated 'X' but I flexed
I beat up the devil with a shovel so he dropped me a level

Ain't that ill? That I could just stand and watch a bloodspill
from a known rapper, but now the rapper's no frill
Just because I made a record I'm a star, that's bull%#@!

What's the flavor ?Tim? ($#&@ what you heard, this rated R)

[Chorus: x4]


[Rakim] "I'm rated R, this is a warning"
[Ice Cube] "Boy you can't $#&@ with me!!"


Back to part two of the segment, the Red bend
mics of all types, pour beer out for my dead friends

And if I didn't know ya, to hell witcha punk
and tell the devil I'll be in town for lunch (heh heh heh heh)
Got Naughty in my Nature plus I'm down with O.P.P.

The best part about it, I got AIDS, (*##$!
Psych, I'm only kiddin, only do it to ugly women
cause the pretty one's puss smell like they went fishin

I grab my dick with a tight grip, cause I might flip
(Yo Red, kick that hype %#@! on who you had a fight with!)
I had a fight with Chuck, the punk mother$#&@

tried to stab me in the gut, so I dazed him with a uppercut (BING!)
Snapped the neck on Michael Myers then I freaked it; cause it was August
and he was talkin this trick or treat %#@! (Trick or treat!)

Jason my man slangs rocks like up the block
143rd and Amsterdam by the smoke shop
Norman Bates work the night shift late

Since he dresses like his momma, I pimp him and his hoecake
Bust a maneuver Freddy Kruger, dreamed about
me havin him scooped, he woke up with his zooks up

That caused me to cut the hands off the man with the chainsaw
Plus I got his brain pickled in a jar
So let's get down with the funk break, cause they tailgate

my rap style, so to cut em off I truncate
And rough em up, tough em up, like bust em up
with the one-two punch, like servin a customer

And if you hear a man that sounds like me smack him
Then ask him where the $#&@ did he get his damn raps from
I know, from me, THE original P-Funk

See ya next LP chump!

[Chorus]

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