Kutt Calhoun - Red Rags lyrics

[Instrumental vocal loop: Tech N9ne] Some gangstas wanna head blast, cause I run with the red rags [Intro: Tech N9ne] Free Uno Ace Capone. The homie Keith Fudge, I got your back homie LETS GO! [Hook: Tech N9ne] Crew, soo-woo n***a that's what we do Who, be you If you want funk me too [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] 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, the one I use on her I ain't trippin but the old days got my mind glitchin Like different signs that ain't my kind got they 9's whistlin Like a n***a 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 Head crash, my head's bad Cause I be thinking some gangstas wanna head blast Cause I run with the red rags [Hook] [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] I'm a motherf**ing animal, red devil, Tasmanian Bangins' in my cranium, Deuce Cique 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 n***a Blood? I don't give a f** if I knew you n***a That's that 85 mentality, victim of your reality Catchin, pumpin' that 7-11 in your fatalities It's another n***a's wake-up, smoking 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 they head blast cause I run with the red flags! [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Uh, I'm just bicken back and bein' bool You don't this feelin, look you f**in with the realest No, gloves no, mask look you know we bout to k** it Disrespect us will get your mami pinned to the ceilin This is still holdin hemi's even when I'm in my jammies n***as wanna catch me slippin leave me sleepin like a mami Plus they still sendin threats, haters wanna pack me out Bunch of internet hustlas always wanna run they mouth I ain't trippin still thuggin for blood and getting guap And you know I keep a oo-op let it sing just like a doo-wop And it's always tough guys, they don't never wanna co-op [Hook] [Verse 4: Big Scoob] Signed up, suited and booted, old n***a, ready for war Layin back, stackin cake, but it don't take much to activate Snatch it back and act innate, rainin' down the hand of god Chopper get to sanging n***a smokin' like it's El DeBarge Forgive me Lord I'm trynna keep it cool But I'm a old n***a with a quick fuse, quick to smell the b**h in dudes Hard to walk in Scooby's shoes, do the sh** that Scooby do Fi' block, a general, I done paid my f**in dues n***a this the life I chose, f** that, life I choose Still livin gang rules check the laces in these shoes Gangsta n***a through and through, tried tested been approved On blood, one love, n***a what, soo-woo [Hook] x2