Wrong 4 Dat

[Redman] This is

WKYA, We Kickin

Yo' Ass radio

All you mother*******s out there that wanna get down with the pound put your mother****** pounds up, and start bustin the mother*******s

Am I too loud for this mother*******?

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 su************* 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 ******* 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

************* 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 la*************n out flames

A few ashes, when they **********sexyze 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 *************, 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 ************* to that bang to the ************* the beat, beat

And if yo', ************* ain't sippin that

Cristal *************t

Then she might be leavin with

D, D I got a hairy-ass chest, like

Austin Powers

That ************* that "Stan" drowned,

I ****** around with her

Act like a man, stand on your own two

Doc takin it all, ************* who it belong to