Tonight's Da Night Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C]Mic check,
I can get smooth to any groove
Re[Am]lax the tongue,
let my mic take a cruise
Around [C]the planet,
pack 'em in like Janet
Jackson, [Am]she's askin' if I can slam it
[C]I'm

[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, Redman, man, [Am]what
the fuck, man
Get the [C]fuck off that,
punk smooth shit, man
Get with that rough shit, man,
you know how we do

[Verse 3]
Mic [C]check,
I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the [Am]waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never [C]claimed to be the best
type of rapper
But have to [Am]show them motherfuckers
what I'm after
I'm after [C]the gold,
then after that, the platinum
Beef after that,
Hurricane [Am]G packs the gat, son
Trigger, [C]bang, bang, yo, bust the slang,
what my name?
It's the Red[Am]man on the funk [C]thing
[Am]Psych, you're motherfuckin' right,
to[C]night's [Am]the night
[A]To do what I wanna do,
to do it like dy[Am]namite
[C]Then we'll perfect it when the
funk been injected
I roughen up the rough draft
[Am]to like make your [C]head split
[Am]Punk, pass [C]the forty and
the blunt and don't front
On the block, 'cause when you do front,
brothers are gettin' stomped
[Am]I'm not an addic[C]t,
more like puff than magic
Then pass it when I'm through
'cause my [Am]crew
(Gots to have it)
I don't [C]claim to be a big rap star
'Cause no [Am]matter who you are,
you'll still catch a bullet scar
So listen [C]up and take heed to
what I'm sayin'
'Cause to[Am]night's the night and
me and my [C]niggas ain't playin'

[Verse 4]
[C]Fat [Am]blac[C]k bitch, nasty
[Am]Bush [C]bear,
[Am]boog[C]er breath, bitch
Nasty, [Am]talk to [C]your tit[Am]s,
[C]bitch
With them nasty Africans,
[Am]Mr. Bojangles
[C]Turned up shoes havin' ass
Lemming [Am]leprechaun haircut,
mother[C]fucker

[Verse 5]
You wanna see [C]me get cool, please,
save it for the breeze
'Cause the lyrics and tracks,
make me [Am]funky like cottage cheese
Fuck the [C]smooth shit,
I get down wit the boom bip
[Am]Like Q-Tip, I I kick more styles
than Bruce shoes kick
[C]But tonight's the night
what I write tonight
[Am]This type of funk with the flavor
like Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging [C]out wit my niggas, my niggas
The [Am]Pack Pistol Posse keep they
fingers on the triggers
I keep the [C]forty between my lap, coolin',
rollin' down the [Am]highway
Blunt system pumps
'cause it's Friday
Roll over to pick [C]my boys up,
[Am]we raise a lot [C]of noise
'Cause, we can do [Am]that, black,
so "Get [C]the Bozack," Jack
[Am]Re member,
[C]I do the type of evil that men do
Like [Am]cursin' out my window at
a bitch and her friend too
So turn the volume up a [C]notch
And watch the ba-bump, ba-bump,
[Am]make make make ya spea[C]kers pop
[Am]That's the funk,[C]
when it pumps it makes your rump
Jump, [Am]jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
But if [C]you want to see a fly
but frantic
Cool romantic, more slick[Am]er than my man,
Rick
You better [C]check the Yellow Pages
under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down
[Am]for the [C]bullshit
[Am]Niggas fucked up by letting
me make an album
[C](Howcom[Am]e, rude boy?)
To get on the mic and let my
fuckin' style [C]run
[Am]Nasty fuck[C]in' greenthumb Jolly Green niggas

[Verse 6]
[Am]Tango
[C]mango,[Am] pickin'
havin' [C]ass[Am]
[C]Nasty epilep[Am]tic disease
[C]crazy havin' ass
[Am]Johnny [C]Cash, afr[Em]o hav[C]in'
[Am]Jack of Spades, boots ha[C]vin'
Tony Danza,
shoes [Am]wearin' ass!

[Verse 7]
B-b-b-black by [Am]by by by [C]popular de[Am]mand,
I [C]ex pand
My [Am]hand to the mic and let my
mouth kick the [C]flim flam
[Am]I get sex, I get wreck, I puff mad blunts
I get vexed, I break necks, punch
out [C]gold fronts, chump
[Am]You
[C]Yo, fuck that, yo, turn this shit off,

[Verse 8]
[C]
man (yo, yo, yo, turn that shit off)
[Am]Turn this shit off, G
Yo put a new record on,
know what I'm sayin'?