Redman Soopaman Luva 4 текст песни, слова песни Soopaman Luva 4 Redman
Redman - Soopaman Luva 4
YO! Call me Soopaman Luva the rude bwoy
That nigga SWV loose they cool for
Ha ha ha, ha ha, ha hah!
Ah-hah AH-HAH ah-hah AH-HAH
Ah-hahahaha-hah-ha
Yo yo, I'm usually flyin through the motherfuckin air
but the utility belt on my underwear need repairs
So I be in back of the bus unwrappin a Dutch
Left court for child support, bitch attackin my bucks (WHY?)
They wanna fuck with certified private eye
Every week, check stubs to show the judge I got a job
Damn this; Soopaman used to stack them chips
Now I'm broke cause little kids riding Batman dick
I'm not a hater but the Caped Crusader blockin my dough
And I'll let off before I push broom on HBO for Mr. Show
I'm critically acclaimed; but the press'll fuck my name up
Police is lookin for me, call the mayor he'a hang up
Nowhere to run to and Brownstone even know it
So I pack the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit
No game; slappin all hoes who got the fame
Then I rob em with chickens who got phone bills in they mama name
(You've been framed!) Yeah yeah I know I gotta go out
So I'm shuttin the game down like 30 nuthin blowout
I rip the flow out, from the ceiling, if I spot cash peel it
Soopaman Luva gon' switch to Soopaman Villain
[Dave Hollister]
Soopaman! Roll up a L for me
Know I got to pack the heat (sing that shit Dave)
Cause niggaz tryin to fuck with me
(Who am I?)
Soopaman! Flyin through the air high
Smokin on that bom-baa
I don't give a fuck if I die
(Who am I?)
[Redman]
Yo yo, I'm back on deck, I never lost the pep in my step
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