Hey Ladies Lyrics

Hey Ladies lyrics

f/ Redman







[Redman] Yo yo..







{Chorus 2X: Redman and Lady Luck



[R] HEY LADIEEEES!!



[L] Luck's the name



[L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs



[R] HEY LADIEEEES!!



[L] Yo, you niggaz can't stop me



[L] This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me







[Lady Luck]



Nigga I be, that chick that'll brawl with a dude



Strut around nose up with a attitude



Flaunt jewels, haunt crews, Luck is bad news



Pull 'em out a tool, show ya what a MAC'll do



Aim for your North Face coat



Or put three up in your small face and a couple up in your throat



Far from a joke, AND it's that time of the month



My niggaz came to the party drunk, gettin it crunk



They say it's, type foul how I look at life now



Slumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fle



Type wild, lifestyle, dizzy off Cris-tal



Talk with a lisp now, walk with a limp now



MUST be a pit now, I'm always with my man



Grand in my hand just signed to Def Jam



Along with Nia Long lookin for "The Best Man"



Lay up in the wet sands when not in the 'luxe Land



Nigga uhh







[Redman] Yo yo..







{Chorus







[Lady Luck]



You heard the flow's lava



and little momma spit it hotter than the enchilada



Foot to the floor, whip the Jag like a stunt driver {*SCREEE!*



The glock right beside her



And Shannon Scholar follow and we came to lock the block up



You heard "blaka blaka" coward get your coke and rocks up



Somebody call the cops up, need vice squad to stop up



Doin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppa



How I look; fallin in love and then Luck get knocked up?



I need a brolic nigga (uhh) hydraulic nigga (uhh)



Swervin from the feds, ridin coke pilin nigga



I'm never silent nigga, Luck get kinda violent nigga



The type to snatch you out your car and take your wallet nigga



(Get outta there!) I roll with cuz-ons, fam get your thug on



(Why not?) Type to beat a nigga down if he mug wrong



Every time, Luck mix coke in every line



And stop askin nigga yeah I write my own rhymes







[Redman] Yo yo..







{Chorus







[Lady Luck]



Nigga I be, that chick that have you eatin through an IV



{*beep, beep, FLATLINE* You cowards try me I'll let the slugs fly free



Where the rocks be?Where the jocks be?



You grab a glock and let it pop if you gon' stop me



I'm probably hot, the Goddess in here



Better spit your hardest this year, I'm starvin this year



Regardless who here, Luck gon' murder the flow



You broke-ass niggaz act like you allergic to dough



Never get none nigga let your lip run



And watch my clique come, cock back and spit one (blaow!)



Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum (uhh)



And every time I rock, watch my pockets thick-en



Y'all ride dick on any cat that can buy the P-rada



and scatter my motto why bother when Luck about dollars



Female rap Tony Montana bubble like saunas



Bring the armor make your block look like a tiny Pearl Harbor



You wants no drama







[Redman] Yo yo..







{Chorus







{Chorus - 1/2X







[Redman]



HEY LADIEEEES!!Yo wild



Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)



Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)



HEY LADIEEEES!!Yo wild



Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)



Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)



HEY LADIEEEES!!Yo wild



Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)



Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)



HEY LADIEEEES!!Yo wild



Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out)



Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out)







[Lady Luck]



Luck's the name



Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs



Yo, you niggaz can't stop me



This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me