paroles de chanson Booyaka Shot - Redman

Booyaka Shot!

I walk in high, my eyes all red
Like I went around with Juan Manuel Marquez
These chicken ass with me beyond mess
And I'm hungover too, I woke up with a ball 'head
My momma said, "Red, who are you, a smoke addict?"
Replied, "Momma, better than a dope addict"
Rap and dope addict, the first mile
Like rabbit, you're gonna choke at it the way I vocab it

Split an L up, grab a bitch too
Drive around the gang area like shit's cool
Brag about your million views on YouTube
And tell her that nigga next to Jay-Z is you
'Cause I don't care who in the gym trying to swell up
I go postal out a UPS bell truck
Ring the bell, I'm like both of the derails
And my boy Nas can tell that I'm bad like the L's

B-B-B-Booyaka Shot
My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot
And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot
'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)
B-B-B-Booyaka Shot
My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot
And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot
'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)

Yo, I rode the blunt with trustees and cocaine
With acid, PCP, hash, and propane
Now I'm a live wire tryna revive the dime
To do a last episode of Soul Train
I got LeBron James game, LAX
With a pin, I'm untouchable, Elliot Ness
How heavy it gets? Well, if I go broke
I'll put on a mask without the gym cap or your fix

That's why I walk like it's a lot of hair on my chest
And rappers give me room like I marry a guest
Then I bully the bullies around the playground
Helping the kids, bringing the suicide rate down
I talk with the best hang with the less
They all get the same address
Fuck your feelings
If you judging me by a music, color, or race
You might find the banana clip very appealing

B-B-B-Booyaka Shot
My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot
And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot
'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)
B-B-B-Booyaka Shot
My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot
And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot
'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)

Yo, Red back on the BS
This feelin' like the 70s in the BX
I'm cool, work in this era, and it gets better
I'm like the W, I do it whenever, whenever
I'm in the G-Ride bumping dog pound
We louder than white kids having meltdowns
I told my psychiatrist I need help now
I go code red for all the cases of the Mike Browns

My mic sounds nice, don't it?
That's how it sounds when it sees it
Nigga throwing salt and pepper on it
And let a rude fan try to have a heckle moment
He better be insured, woken with that gecko on him
I'm devilish with a holy grail feel
Listening to me, you get a holy feel ear
40 cal in my homie wheelchair
So we don't need no prints when that homie Bel-Air

They say I'm a little old to be doing rap
I said that crap y'all doing, I ain't doing that
When the fans misguided, I rely on Dan Dupla, I blingada
Then I crack they piñata
Fuck boys never win, only G's up
I married the rap game without a prenup
I told a girl to get some edibles
She said, what's edible?
I said, eat a bowl of these nuts

B-B-B-Booyaka Shot
My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot
And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot
'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)
B-B-B-Booyaka Shot
My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot
And when I'm in a jam, I Booyaka Shot
'Cause boy, with the pin, I go (Booyaka Shot)

B-B-B-Booyaka Shot
My whole neighbourhood like Booyaka Shot