Lyrics Soopaman Luva 5 (Part II) - Album Version (Edited) - Redman
Aiyyo
yo
fuck
that!
Aiyyo
I
gotta
find
my
motherfuckin
mojo
Aiyyo
reggie
noble,
aiyyo
reggie
noble
c'mere
nigga!
Aiyyo
start
it
off
while
I
tell
you
how
it
went
down
Yo,
yo
Put
the
drop
down,
get
your
smoke
on
Get
your
feel
on,
are
you
feeling?
Get
your
girl
on,
get
your
squeeze
on
Get
your
bus
on,
are
you
chilling?
Are
you
wheeling,
are
you
feeling?
How
you
feeling?
and
we
gon'
hooo-oooh-ooh
(Tell
me
what
you
doin)
C'mon,
yo
yo-yo
yo,
yo
yo
I
had
to
put
the
mash
down,
throw
the
cash
around
Stay
focused,
on
the
case
put
the
hash
down
Jetted
through
the
air
about
five
miles
per
hour
My
mojo
gone
I
can't
fly
like
I
wanna
But
this
case
is
easy,
find
that
motherfucker
that
Couldn't
wait
to
be
me,
put
his
face
on
tv
From
the
tec
blow,
I
asked
my
ex-hoes
Pass
off
some
info
for
a
pair
of
x.o.'s
Write
the
check
low,
I
don't
do
that
I
told
you
that
shit
before
when
I
boned
your
back
Now
I'm
back
to
square
one,
and
everybody
hatin
So
I
popped
the
flare
gun,
now
they
all
escapin
Ran
into
gator,
from
_jungle
fever_
He's
my
people
and
my
neighbor,
I
said
I
need
a
favor
He
said
for
ten
dollars,
and
for
ten
whoppers
From
burger
king,
I'll
tell
you
the
nigga
who
gotcha
Gave
him
what
he
wanted
plus
the
extra
large
fry
He
said
blue
eyes,
blonde
hair,
a
white
guy
I
said...
what
the
fuck
goin
on?
A
white
guy
interruptin
my
fuck
flowin
on?
So
I
copped
some
new
ammo,
reloaded
my
flare
gun
Stalkin
like
rambo,
mixed
with
commando
Gator
pushed
the
ten-speed
bike,
I'm
on
the
handle
Crashed
into
somethin
cause
he
high
off
my
man
blow
I
jumped
up
and
backtracked
myself
Who's
the
last
hoe
I
fucked
or
throat
I
cut?
I
said
wait
a
minute,
yo,
that
bitch
jane
on
the
prowl
again
I
bet
she
up
to
no
good,
actin
foul
again
Yeah,
yeah,
it
ain't
nuttin,
I
get
her
if
I
want
her
Matter
of
fact
I'm
gonna
cause
she
live
around
the
corner
I
walked
up
scared
with
my
hands
on
my
flares
and
my
armor
Cause
she
bring
drama
like
jeffrey
dahmer
But
I
heard
fuckin
all
the
way
from
the
bottom
I'm
like,
damn
she
yellin!
kinda
made
me
jealous
Knocked
on
the
door
enraged
Like
a
broke-ass
rapper,
at
a
label
that
ain't
toured
in
days
Do
it
clown,
before
I
count
to
four
now
Cause
if
I
hit
five
them
flares'll
blow
your
door
down
I
heard
the
zipper
zip
up,
and
they
was
tryin
to
run
So
I
re-clipped
the
clip
up,
and
blew
it
before
one
Freeze
motherfuckers,
I
jumped
on
jane
back
I
want
the
cheese
motherfuckers,
and
my
name
back
We
tusslin,
fightin,
bitin
skin
and
rustlin
Slaps
in
the
face,
chokes
with
the
belt
buckle
and
Her
knees
bucklin,
I
thought
to
myself
Where's
that
motherfuckin
white
guy
she
was
fuckin?
then
Right
out
the
blue
owww!
Who
dat?
who
dere?
. (this
program
will
be
continued)
1 Roller Coaster Malpractice Intro - Album Version (Edited)
2 Smash Sumthin' - Album Version (Edited)
3 Da Bullshit - Album Version (Edited)
4 Dat Bitch - Album Version (Edited)
5 Enjoy Da Ride - Album Version (Edited)
6 Bricks Two - Album Version (Edited)
7 Diggy Doc - Album Version (Edited)
8 Doggz II - Album Version (Edited)
9 Wrong 4 Dat - Album Version (Edited)
10 Uh-Huh - Album Version (Edited)
11 Real Niggaz - Album Version (Edited)
12 Lick A Shot - Album Version (Edited)
13 Soopaman Luva 5 (Part II) - Album Version (Edited)
14 Soopaman Luva 5 (Part I) - Album Version (Edited)
15 Let's Get Dirty (I Can't Get In Da Club) - Album Version (Edited)
16 J.U.M.P. - Album Version (Edited)
17 Muh F***a - Album Version (Edited)
18 Whut I'ma Do Now - Album Version (Edited)
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