โหลดเพลง mp3 Wrong 4 Dat - Redman

An an an an
Heh heh
This is wkya we kicking you ass radio
All you motherfuckers out there
That wanna get down with the pound
Put your motherfucking pounds up
And start busting the motherfuckers
Am I too loud for this motherfucker
Turn me down a little bit
Yeah forget 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 boogie broads
I retrieve the money
Dawg labrador Ray Charles can see it and stacy lattisaw
You get mashed out 'cause your bird is pecking
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
Dawg am I wrong for dat
Yo yo if I walk into the club with my hand on my snub
Beating down security 'cause I don't give a fuck
Am I wrong for dat
Dawg am I wrong for dat
Yo keith yo yo keith
I copped the whole box went half with reginald hollow tips
Infrareds and clips came free and you ain't gotta believe me
Fuck being 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 shaking in fear storm trooper fires throwing
Lashing 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 sweeping thugs under the rug
Even females who think they thugs
Trigger the release of adrenaline
When I'm gangsta tripping like the bloods n crips n 'em
Unleash the matter of energy killing 'em why'd you do it
Because I wasn't feeling 'em
If I ride through the hood smoking a ounce of haze
With a shabby haircut pants I wore for days
Am I wrong for dat c'mon bitch am I wrong for dat
Yo if I want a fat chick that keep her toes done
When they playing my song ass spill out the thong
Am I wrong for dat
Ha
Am I wrong for dat
Come on
I gotta bang the boogie to that bang bang pussy
To that bang to the pussy the beat beat and if you
Bitch ain't sipping that cristal shit
Then she might be leaving with d d
I got a hairy ass chest like austin powers that bitch
That stan drowned
I fucked around with her act like a man
Stand on your own two doc taking it all
Fuck who it belong to