[Lady Luck]
Yo!
Yo, yo, yo, come on
Yo, yo, yo, come on
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
[Verse 1: Lady Luck]
Yo, yo, yo
You could get rugged, rough, hard like luck
Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck
I`m slumped in a truck, with the pump tucked
Come to bend some dough? Never give em love
Your money like old men, can`t get it up
I`m spittin up, sick of stuff, middle fingers up
Luck, never give y`all respect
Like no hot card check pounds with the left (What up, my)
If you get offended, I`m talkin to you
Come get it, and there`ll be a coffin for you
You done did it, you messin with Luck, you pressin your luck
Got locked in jewels and I ain`t givin em up
[Chorus: Redman]
(Come get it) Y`all niggas wanna fuck wit Jers`
(Come get it) Tha Bricks don`t fuck wit her
(Come get it) I represent Jers` till I die
Smoke on the la la la, la, la, la
[Lady Luck] (Redman)
(Come get it) Y`all niggas don`t want it wit Jers`
(Come get it) Luck don`t come wit hers
(Come get It) I represent Jers` till I die
smoke on the la la la, la, la, la
[Verse 2: Redman]
Yo, yo yo, Funk Doc
Smack y`all niggas, jack y`all niggas
Have ya thug as thug come get it back for y`all niggas
Laugh at y`all niggas, throw caps at y`all niggas
Stick NBA for the basketball figgas
Gigolow, live with two hoes, John Ritter
Arm litter (bling!), microphone tormenter
I`m hungry as FUCK and I came to eat
If you came to shoot Doc, can you aim at least?
Bricks, sucker MCs that stay hookin up
You bougie hoes like, That`s What I`m Looking For
Do, your moms think I`m a hell of a guy
Pussy, you don`t get it like American Pie
I scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoons
Powder is the ?, yeah, bottle is the mind
When I spit, y`all become fiends to me
Crack costs MONEY, but the fee is free
[Chorus]
[Lady Luck](Redman)
(Aiyyo, low
Do you really know what pressure is?)
Nigga I apply it
The one scannin TVs in the Rodney King riot
Guns, all solids; whips, no milage
At the bar, three iced teas, Long Island
I stay stylin`, boo stay fair with weed
In the V lane, 3 switchin` up with speed
I`ma be obnoxious until I can`t, breathe
And until, then, y`all can`t, win
Luck`s 12 on a scale from 1 to 10
And blew a spiral hydro and lots of gin
Nigga back up! Damn, I need oxygen
Surrounded by lots of men that`ll rock ya chin
And pop ya lids, handle like Iverson
The Mulberry, flows extraordinary
How `bout the go Chevy a hole in the 4 steady
Been wantin` war let me know when y`alls ready
[Chorus]
