Soopaman Lova Iv Lyrics by Redman

Soopaman Lova Iv Lyrics

    Yo yo yo yo yo!
    Yo! call me soopaman luva the rude bwoy
    That nigga swv loose they cool for
    Ha ha ha, ha ha, ha hah!
    Ah-hah ah-hah ah-hah ah-hah
    Ah-hahahaha-hah-ha

    Yo yo, i'm usually flyin through the motherfuckin air
    But the utility belt on my underwear need repairs
    So i be in back of the bus unwrappin a dutch
    Left court for child support, bitch attackin my bucks (why?)
    They wanna fuck with certified private eye
    Every week, check stubs to show the judge i got a job
    Damn this; soopaman used to stack them chips
    Now i'm broke cause little kids riding batman dick
    I'm not a hater but the caped crusader blockin my dough
    And i'll let off before i push broom on hbo for mr. show
    I'm critically acclaimed; but the press'll fuck my name up
    Police is lookin for me, call the mayor he'a hang up
    Nowhere to run to and brownstone even know it
    So i pack the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit
    No game; slappin all hoes who got the fame
    Then i rob em with chickens who got phone bills in they mama name
    (you've been framed!) yeah yeah i know i gotta go out
    So i'm shuttin the game down like 30 nuthin blowout
    I rip the flow out, from the ceiling, if i spot cash peel it
    Soopaman luva gon' switch to soopaman villain

    [dave hollister]
    Soopaman! roll up a l for me
    Know i got to pack the heat (sing that shit dave)
    Cause niggaz tryin to fuck with me
    (who am i?)
    Soopaman! flyin through the air high
    Smokin on that bom-baa
    I don't give a fuck if i die
    (who am i?)

    [redman]
    Yo yo, i'm back on deck, i never lost the pep in my step
    Ride in the cab, drunk as hell, weed and beck's on my breath
    I'm undercover so i'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest
    Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left on the next
    Corner, get out and let the 30-30 cock the loogie
    Tryin to set me up like jim kelly, muy, muy
    Before i hit somebody they say, "we ain't do it!"
    I believe them these the same niggaz i grew up in the hood wit

    Yo yo yo, what's today's date?
    ...
    Shh, december 8th?
    Man today my god damn day off
    Yo i'm outta here
    ...
    Yeah, yeah yeah yeah right papi
    I'll slap the shit out you

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