K.C. Redd - Nah! lyrics

First Verse: That's you drivin' your old man Benz, nah? But you gone whoop him if he keep on lookin' at your friends, nah? You mad cuz I remixed your song, nah? Said I should hit up the tape, that sh** was bunk That sh** was bunk, nah You buck with K.C. Redd, nah With chinese sticks in your head, nah n***a want you in that bed, nah I know ain't just gone let 'em take your man Shake and break your man And get that rank up on your hand, nah You and your girls be blowin' weed, nah? When you roll them opthimals it just ain't as hard as it seem, nah? You keep your p**y clean, nah? You gotta alot of machines for hygiene, nah? Alot of you are ex-dope fiends, nah? You goin' to another Take 'Fo concert, nah? So you bout to leave right now so you can get their first, nah? You really don't wanna mess with them clowns, nah You just left with them clowns, nah You don't mess with them clowns, nah Chorus: You all-night flight, you keep your game on swole You bout splittin' dank, so you can run it in that hole You bout to split the floor, you know a balla with them hoes You get bucked, ya know, look, fire opthimals? (2x) Second Verse: You can't do nothin' but love Ramp, nah? You was bumpin' the last song while you was spendin' your food stamps, nah? Them n***as always down to ride, nah? You wish you was off the wild side, nah? Them hoes in your clique tight, nah? You bout to get your hair fixed, nah? You gone keep on shakin' on that dick, nah? Them girls wear G-strings in your clique, nah? That's you with that n***a name across your chest, nah? With that tight sun dress, nah? Thinkin' bout what I'ma do next, nah? Y'all hoes hate me, nah? But can't take me, nah Thinkin' that money gone make me, nah But y'all hoes can't break me, nah Y'all n***as love me, nah Y'all love the thug in me, nah You wanna f** me, nah Now that's a shame, nah? Them hoes lame, nah? You best to be up out your game, nah Them hoes mad, nah Them hoes sad, nah Tryin' to do stuff evil to get me back, nah Chorus Third Verse: That's you with the hara**ment charge, nah? When his lil' thang got on hard when he was lookin' at them lil' broads, nah You know you can't be faded, nah That's you with that name plate, nah You k**in' 'em with that paper, nah Them hoes always wanna be runnin' they mouth, nah You wanna slap that hoe teeth out, nah? They holla "Break yourself or break your mouth" That's you that want me to give you a shout out, nah? That income tax done came out, nah? You bout to have some more kids, nah? They just be sleepin' by they gramps, nah? Your old man be playin' with his nose, nah? He follow behind ya everywhere you go, nah That sh** got you drove, nah He don't tell you where he go, nah You don't stop, nah? You gone make that boy punch the clock, nah Other hoes be hatin', sayin' that your Dad's cheesy But, n***a be like Ramp, put it to 'em it be off the heezy CHILL! Chorus Hah, hah, hah I told you before, K.C. Redd in here Another hit Now, how you luv dat? How you luv dat? How you luv dat? How you luv dat? Worldwide Baby, Tommy Boy How you luv dat? Take Fo, Hot Girls, K.C. Redd Another Hit Rampage, Take Fo, Hot Girls Nah