Lady Luck, Redman Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Come and Get It

[Lady Luck]

 Yo you could get rugged, rough, hard like Luck

 Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck

 I'm slumped in a truck, with the pumps up

 Comes to crazy dough, I never get enough

 Your money like old men, can't get it up

 I'm spittin up sicker stuff, middle fingers up

 Luck, I'll never give y'all respect

 Like no eye contact, pounds with the left

 If you get offended, I'm talkin to you

 Come get it, and there'll be a coffin for you

 You done did it, you messin wit Luck, you pressin your luck

 Got lots of jewels and I aint givin 'em up, sho nuff

 

 HOOK: Redman & Lady Luck

 Come get it, y'all niggas wanna fuck wit Jerz

 Come get it, the Bricks don't fuck with herbs

 Come get it, I represent Jerz til I die

 Smoke on the lah lah lah lah lah lah

 Come get it, y'all niggas don't want it with Jerz

 Come get it, Luck don't run with herbs

 Come get it, I represent Jerz til I die

 Smoke on the lah lah lah lah lah lah

 

 [Redman]

 Yo, Funk Doc smack y'all niggas, jack y'all niggas

 Have your thuggest thug come get it back for y'all niggas

 Laugh at y'all niggas, throw caps at y'all niggas

 Stick NBA for the basketball figures

 Jiggalo men wit two hoes, John Ritter

 Arm lit up, microphone tormenter

 I'm hungry as fuck and I came to eat

 If you came to shoot Doc can you aim at least

 Bricks, sucker MCs that stay hookin off

 You boogie hoes like, this what I'm lookin for

 Duke, your moms think I'ma helluva guy

 Pussy, you don't get it like American Pie

 I scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoons

 Powder is the rhyme, boggled is the mind

 When I spit y'all become fiends to me

 Crack cost money, but the D is free

 

 HOOK

 

 [Redman]

 Ayo Luck, do you really know what pressure is?

 

 [Lady Luck]

 Nigga, I apply it

 The one stealing TVs at the Rodney King riot

 Guns on salas, whips no mileage

 At the bar three iced teas, Long Island

 I stay stylin, boots stay filled with weed

 In the V, lane three, switchin up speed

 I'ma be obnoxious until I can't breathe

 And until then, y'all can't win

 Luck's twelve on a scale from one to ten

 Influenced by hydro and lots of gin

 Nigga back up, damn I need oxygen

 Surrounded by lots of men that'll rock your chin and pop your limbs

 Handle like Iverson, or Marbury

 Flows extraordinary

 How bout the gold Chevy, holdin the four steady

 Been runnin war, let me know when whore's ready

 

 HOOK