paroles de chanson Red Rags - Tech N9ne feat. Kutt Calhoun, Big Scoob & Jay Rock
Some
gangsta's
wanna
head
blast,
cuz
I
run
with
the
red
rags
Free
Uno
Ace
Capone.
The
homie
Keith
Fudge,
I
got
your
back
homie
Let's
go!
Crew,
Su-wu
Nigga
that's
what
we
do
Who,
be
you
If
you
want
funk
me
too
I'm
bool
as
a
bubumber
Laces
in
my
shoes
makin
you
wonder
Am
I
gonna
act
a
fool
or
bring
your
crew
thunder
Thinkin
I
pack
the
tool
don't
wanna
use
on
her
I
ain't
trippin
when
the
old
days
got
my
mind
glitchin
Like
different
signs
that
ain't
my
kind
got
they
9's
whistlin
Like
a
nigga
wanna
find
this
and
strip
clips
till
my
wines
drippin
But
nobody
wanna
do
no
crime
they
just
talkin
about
rhyme
spittin
When
I'm
at
the
movies,
careful
how
you
steppin
to
me
Cause
I
think
who's
starin
at
me
wanna
do
me
Cause
Im
flamed
up
and
Soo
woo-ey
Dead
crash,
my
head's
bad
Cause
I
be
thinking
some
gangstas
wanna
head
blast
Cause
I
run
with
the
red
rags
Crew,
Su-wu
Nigga
that's
what
we
do
Who,
be
you
If
you
want
funk
me
too
I'm
a
motherfucking
animal,
red
devil,
Tasmanian
Bangins'
in
my
cranium,
deuce
click
and
five
claimin
it
Kansas
City
thang,
from
two
clips
at
my
range
is
bandana
dangerous
You's
crip
when
I'm
sayin'
it?
It's
Soo-Woo
business,
then
yous
through
nigga
Blood?
I
don't
give
a
fuck
if
I
knew
you
nigga
That's
that
85
mentality,
victim
of
your
reality
Catchin,
pumpin'
that
7-11
in
your
fatalities
It's
another
nigga's
wake-up,
smoke
water
and
drank
up
Heavenly,
blocks
flames
from
20's
to
the
seventies
It's
ballers
tuckin'
fed
cash,
to
get
you
dead
fast
Gangstas
to
head
blast
cause
I
run
with
the
red
flags!
Crew,
Su-wu
Nigga
that's
what
we
do
Who,
be
you
If
you
want
funk
me
too
Uh,
I'm
just
bicken
back
and
bein'
bool
You
don't
this
feelin,
look
you
fuckin
with
the
realest
No,
gloves
no,
mask
look
you
know
we
bout
to
kill
it
Disrespect
us
will
get
your
mami
pinned
to
the
ceilin
This
is
still
holdin
hemi's
even
when
I'm
in
my
jammies
Niggas
wanna
catch
me
slippin
leave
me
sleepin
like
a
mami
Plus
they
still
sendin
this,
haters
wanna
pack
me
out
Bunch
of
internet
bustas
always
wanna
run
they
mouth
I
ain't
trippin
still,
thuggin
for
Crew,
Su-wu
Nigga
that's
what
we
do
Who,
be
you
If
you
want
funk
me
too
Signed
up,
suited
and
booted,
old
nigga,
ready
for
war
Layin
back,
stackin
cake,
but
it
don't
take
much
to
activate
Snatch
it
back
and
act
innate,
reignin'
down
the
hand
of
god
Chopper
get
to
sang
a
nigga
smokin
like
his
elder
bar
Forgive
me
Lord
I'm
trynna
keep
it
cool
But
I'm
a
old
nigga
with
a
quick
fuse,
quick
to
smell
the
bitch
in
dudes
Hard
to
walk
in
Scooby's
shoes,
do
the
shit
that
Scooby
do
Fi'
block,
a
general,
I
done
paid
my
fuckin
dues
Nigga
this
the
life
I
chose,
fuck
that,
life
I
choose
Still
livin
gang
rules
check
the
laces
in
these
shoes
Gangsta
nigga
through
and
through,
tried
tested
been
approved
On
blood,
one
love,
nigga
what,
soo-woo
Crew,
Su-wu
Nigga
that's
what
we
do
Who,
be
you
If
you
want
funk
me
too
Crew,
Su-wu
Nigga
that's
what
we
do
Who,
be
you
If
you
want
funk
me
too
1 Nobody Cares
2 Withdrawal
3 Straight Out the Gate (The Scott Stevens remix)
4 Sut Mig
5 SOTG (remix intro)
6 We Are Free
7 Strangeulation IV
8 Stink
9 Na Na
10 Strangeulation III
11 Fear
12 Which One
13 Strangeulation II
14 Great Night
15 Nobody Cares (The Remix)
16 Make Waves
17 Hard (A Monster Made It)
18 Strangeulation I
19 Over It
20 Great Night
21 Red Rags
22 American Horror Story
23 Strangeulation III
24 Na Na
25 The Calling
26 SOTG (remix intro)
27 Straight Out the Gate (The Scott Stevens remix)
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