So Ruff - Redman

Do you feel that the Blacks in your community

Are still mad at the racial situation?

Yeah, they still mad

And if you don’t take that funny smirk off your face

I’mma kick your…

Over three hundred ghetto-related crimes happened

In Newark, New Jersey alone — still the saga continues

Stick 'em up, stick 'em up!

I got the jammy to your guts, punk

Don’t make a move!

Before I choose to make your guts run

All over the block, 'cause my stomach’s in a knot

And it growls twenty-four hours a day around the tick-tock

I got roaches and rats up the back, carryin' bats and gats

So I *farting noise* 'fore I snack, Jack

Because I’m not down with water from the hydrant

My moms taking a bath and my brother’s next to dive in

I gotta think of a plan so I can eat

I haven’t had a cracker for weeks so my mouth leaks

I squad up, 'cause I’mma set up this kid

Carryin' loot out from Burger King and what I’mma do is…

Run up on him, snatch the bag of money, then bust the dummy!

'Cause, my man, when I think of a plan, there’s no shorts take

'Cause I pack jammies inside of my North Face, coat

Had the black brother on scope

No joke’s what I am 'cause the man’s a pure pro

(Yo, my man you got a light?

Yeah, give me the effin' money too, G!)

Yo, STOP, STOP, STOP!

Took the money then I dipped with the quickness

The plan went well, so I got down to the business

Opened up the bag, it was filled with paper

I thought I freaked the funk but now starts the caper

'Cause I was set up, now I have to go head up with the cops

But they carryin' black Glocks (Shit's thick!)

What’s my next move?

My life’s on the line

Bullets in their clips and none in mine

Sirens on, once again it’s on

I fell (OW!) and then the black Glocks went (POW!)

I got snuffed and I got bust

Now the only thing I’m sniffin' is dust, because it’s…

'Cause it’s so rough

'Cause it’s so rough

'Cause it’s so rough

'Cause it’s so rough

'Cause it’s so rough

Me and Erick Sermon taking a trip Uptown

In the 4Runner, blastin' my tape, puffin' ganja

Since Erick got props

I stepped to this hottie with more damn body than a chop shop

Flexed the jewels then she chose to talk to me

It was no doubt that baby cakes was hawkin' me

So I kicked it, upped the digits, terrific

Not knowin' she was scopin' me 'cause I was MAD splifted

Later on that week, honeydip freaked the funk

Playin' Redman and Erick out like two chumps

Callin' him weekdays, callin' me weeknights

(Who had her weekends?) Whichever man would freak right

Things got cozy one night like dynamite

We stripped to bare backs and took care of the bare facts

(No hats? Damn, black) The Funkadelic

Took a splash — you know how that go, fellas

Two months later (See you later, alligator)

She was pissed and, I ended up seein' my physician

She took a blood test, she took a head check

Looked at me thinkin', «Why the hell he isn’t dead yet?»

Then I asked her, «Why you lookin' at me?!»

She said, «Redman, because you have the HIV»

Called Erick and his set, that girl, don’t mess around!

Too late, 'cause Erick already had his drawers down

'Cause it’s

'Cause it’s so rough

'Cause it’s so rough

'Cause it’s so rough

'Cause it’s so rough

'Cause it’s so rough

To all my brothers, wear your hats, wear your hats

You can either get with this or you can either catch the claps

And to my sisters, make 'em wear they prophyl-lastic

'Cause it’s drastic, havin' another ghetto bastard

Think I’m dying for a piece of butt?

Honey, you must be nuts

You better settle for a wet kiss, so pucker up

'Cause you end up messin' around catchin' the heebie jeebies

Lookin' like «WHODUNNIT?»

Witcha face up on the TV

So next time you want sex, get wreck, but protect

'Cause you could be like sexin' to your last death

And if you still don’t know the time, press rewind

'Cause the next thing you might hear is a flatline

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