Lady Luck Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Hey Ladies

f/ Redman

 

 [Redman] Yo yo..

 

 {Chorus 2X: Redman and Lady Luck}

 [R] HEY LADIEEEES!!

 [L] Luck's the name

 [L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs

 [R] HEY LADIEEEES!!

 [L] Yo, you niggaz can't stop me

 [L] This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me

 

 [Lady Luck]

 Nigga I be, that chick that'll brawl with a dude

 Strut around nose up with a attitude

 Flaunt jewels, haunt crews, Luck is bad news

 Pull 'em out a tool, show ya what a MAC'll do

 Aim for your North Face coat

 Or put three up in your small face and a couple up in your throat

 Far from a joke, AND it's that time of the month

 My niggaz came to the party drunk, gettin it crunk

 They say it's, type foul how I look at life now

 Slumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fle

 Type wild, lifestyle, dizzy off Cris-tal

 Talk with a lisp now, walk with a limp now

 MUST be a pit now, I'm always with my man

 Grand in my hand just signed to Def Jam

 Along with Nia Long lookin for "The Best Man"

 Lay up in the wet sands when not in the 'luxe Land

 Nigga uhh

 

 [Redman] Yo yo..

 

 {Chorus}

 

 [Lady Luck]

 You heard the flow's lava

 and little momma spit it hotter than the enchilada

 Foot to the floor, whip the Jag like a stunt driver {*SCREEE!*}

 The glock right beside her

 And Shannon Scholar follow and we came to lock the block up

 You heard "blaka blaka" coward get your coke and rocks up

 Somebody call the cops up, need vice squad to stop up

 Doin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppa

 How I look; fallin in love and then Luck get knocked up?

 I need a brolic nigga (uhh) hydraulic nigga (uhh)

 Swervin from the feds, ridin coke pilin nigga

 I'm never silent nigga, Luck get kinda violent nigga

 The type to snatch you out your car and take your wallet nigga

 (Get outta there!) I roll with cuz-ons, fam get your thug on

 (Why not?) Type to beat a nigga down if he mug wrong

 Every time, Luck mix coke in every line

 And stop askin nigga yeah I write my own rhymes

 

 [Redman] Yo yo..

 

 {Chorus}

 

 [Lady Luck]

 Nigga I be, that chick that have you eatin through an IV

 {*beep, beep, FLATLINE*} You cowards try me I'll let the slugs fly free

 Where the rocks be? Where the jocks be?

 You grab a glock and let it pop if you gon' stop me

 I'm probably hot, the Goddess in here

 Better spit your hardest this year, I'm starvin this year

 Regardless who here, Luck gon' murder the flow

 You broke-ass niggaz act like you allergic to dough

 Never get none nigga let your lip run

 And watch my clique come, cock back and spit one (blaow!)

 Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum (uhh)

 And every time I rock, watch my pockets thick-en

 Y'all ride dick on any cat that can buy the P-rada

 and scatter my motto why bother when Luck about dollars

 Female rap Tony Montana bubble like saunas

 Bring the armor make your block look like a tiny Pearl Harbor

 You wants no drama

 

 [Redman] Yo yo..

 

 {Chorus}

 

 {Chorus} - 1/2X

 

 [Redman]

 HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild

 Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)

 Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)

 HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild

 Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)

 Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)

 HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild

 Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)

 Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)

 HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild

 Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)

 Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)

 

 [Lady Luck]

 Luck's the name

 Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs

 Yo, you niggaz can't stop me

 This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me