Chords for Redman - Tonight's Da Night (Uncut)

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[Fm] Mic check, I can get smooth to any groove, relax the tongue
[F] Let my mic take a [Fm] cruise around the planet
Pack it, man, like Janet Jackson
She's asking [N] if I can slam it
Yo, yo, Rap Man, man, what the fuck, man?
Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man
Get with that rough shit, man, you know how we do
[Fm] Mic check, I [Bb] walk around the street with the black tech
Now I'm by the [F] waistline, thinking I hype [Fm] shit
I never claimed to be the best type of rapper
Show [Bb] the motherfuckers what I'm [Fm] after
I'm after the gold and after that, the platinum
Beef after that hurricane, she packs the gas up
Chigger, bang, bang, yo, bust the slang with my name
It's [Bb] the Rap Man on the fuck thing
Cyte, your mothafuckin rights are nice tonight
[F] To do what I wanna [Bb] do, to do it like [Fm] dynamite
But what's perfected when the funk been ejected?
I'm [F] ruffin up the rough rap to make your head [Ab] split
Pass the [Bb] 40 in the front and don't front on the block
Because when you do front, [Fm] brother, you get stomped
I'm not an addict more like Puff the Magic
Then pass it when I'm through [Bb] cause my crew got some [Fm] habit
I don't claim to be a big rap star cause no matter who you [Bb] are
You still catch a bullet [Fm] scar
So listen up and take heed to what I'm saying
[C] Cause tonight's the night and me and my niggas ain't [Bb] playing
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[Ab] I'm a book [Bbm] stand for the brothers
_ [G] Adam the cookbook, T.I. [Bbm] shit, Vince
_ [F] It's the Matthew Amigans with the Bojangles
Turn up shoes, have an [C] ass
Let me never [B] call a haircut, mother fucker
You wanna [Fm] see me get cool, please save it for the breeze
Cause the lyrics and tracks [F] make me funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the smooth shit, I get down with the boom
[F] Built like U-Tip, kick more snouts than [Fm] Roosevelt's kick
But tonight's tonight, what I write tonight
It's type of funk [F] with a flavor like Mike [Fm] and Knight's
Hanging out with my niggas, my niggas
The [G] fist to posse, keep they fingers on the triggers
I keep the 40 between my lap cooling, rolling down the highway
Blunt [F] system pumps cause it's Friday
[Fm] Roll over to pick my boys up, we raise a lot of noise
Cause we can do that [F] black, so get the bozak, [Fm] jack, be never
I do the type of evil that men do
Like cursing out my window [F] at a bitch in the grade [Fm] school
So turn the volume up a notch, and watch the funk
_ [F] Make your speakers [Fm] pop, that's the funk
When it pumps it makes you rump
[Bb] _ _
[Fm] Jumpjumpjumpjumpjumpjump
But if you wanna see a fly but frantic
Cool romantic, [Bb] more slicker than my man Rick
You better check the yellow pages, under smooth shit
Cause red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up, I let me make an album
Stick it on the mic and let my [Bb] fucking style run
Fuck assholes, fucking weed thugs, we the [Fm] niggas
Tango mango, hit it like an ass
[Bbm] _ _ [Eb] Wet, [Bb] spray that grass
Fuck ass, John Cash, [Bbm] I'm from heaven _
Jacket, spade, boots, heaven
Tony David's shoes, wear it [F] as
[Fm] Black by popular demand
[F] I expand my hand to the mic [Bb] and let my mouth hit the flim [Fm] flam
I get sex, I get wet, I pump mad blunts
I get vexed, I [Bb] break necks, but I go [Fm] front
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