Lady Luck Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Come And Get It

f/ Redman

 

 [Lady Luck]

 Yo!

 Yo, yo, yo, come on

 Yo, yo, yo, come on

 Yo, yo, yo, yo!

 

 [Verse 1: Lady Luck]

 Yo, yo, 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 pump tucked

 Come to bend some dough? Never give em love

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

 I'm spittin up, sick of stuff, middle fingers up

 Luck, never give y'all respect

 Like no hot card check pounds with the left (What up, my)

 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 with Luck, you pressin your luck

 Got locked in jewels and I ain't givin em up

 

 [Chorus: Redman]

 (Come get it) Y'all niggas wanna fuck wit Jers'

 (Come get it) Tha Bricks don't fuck wit her

 (Come get it) I represent Jers' till I die

 Smoke on the la la la, la, la, la

 [Lady Luck] (Redman)

 (Come get it) Y'all niggas don't want it wit Jers'

 (Come get it) Luck don't come wit hers

 (Come get It) I represent Jers' till I die

 smoke on the la la la, la, la, la

 

 [Verse 2: Redman]

 Yo, yo yo, Funk Doc

 Smack y'all niggas, jack y'all niggas

 Have ya thug as 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 figgas

 Gigolow, live with two hoes, John Ritter

 Arm litter (bling!), 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 up

 You bougie hoes like, That's What I'm Looking For

 Do, your moms think I'm a hell of a guy

 Pussy, you don't get it like American Pie

 I scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoons

 Powder is the ?, yeah, bottle is the mind

 When I spit, y'all become fiends to me

 Crack costs MONEY, but the fee is free

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Lady Luck](Redman)

 (Aiyyo, low

 Do you really know what pressure is?)

 Nigga I apply it

 The one scannin TVs in the Rodney King riot

 Guns, all solids; whips, no milage

 At the bar, three iced teas, Long Island

 I stay stylin', boo stay fair with weed

 In the V lane, 3 switchin' up with speed

 I'ma be obnoxious until I can't, breathe

 And until, then, y'all can't, win

 Luck's 12 on a scale from 1 to 10

 And blew a spiral hydro and lots of gin

 Nigga back up! Damn, I need oxygen

 Surrounded by lots of men that'll rock ya chin

 And pop ya lids, handle like Iverson

 The Mulberry, flows extraordinary

 How 'bout the go Chevy a hole in the 4 steady

 Been wantin' war let me know when y'alls ready

 

 [Chorus]