Red Light

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[Verse 1: Treach] I got my lump to a hump gettin' crunk smokin' chumps In the bottom of the basement, I'll be drunk for months You better have this party poppin' 'til the sun comes up Either that or find .9's to bust, 'cause drive-bys are us I'm a nigga to be inside 'tween ten thighs That's five bitches, five switches with five wishes I wish to screw in the red light Wish to be fed right and bed right Wish to get their head right from black, brown and red, white Wish to hit a snitch quick from the fender in front of my headlights Wish to push in the bush, screw in the red light Gangsta boo (Yeah) with my gangsta bitch Hit her gangsta ass with this gangsta dick What the hell you won't dance on my nuts for Then take me to the corner and ask me what I wanna fuck for? Who shakes the best ass? We run shit like Ex-Lax Red lights, let's flash, five bags of X stashed [Chorus: All, Queen Latifah, Treach] Screw in the red light, shake it up (Shake it up) Get crunk (Get crunk), throw your drinks up (Throw 'em up) Smoke out the basement (Uh), shake it up 'til the morning (Shake it up until the early early, plus I'm on and yawnin') Screw in the red light, shake it up (Shake it up) Get crunk (Get crunk), throw your drinks up (Throw 'em up) Smoke out the basement (Uh), shake it up 'til the morning (Shake it up until the early early, plus I'm on and yawnin') [Verse 2: Vin Rock] Yo, come one, come all, have a ball if you act maturely Ayo, who wanna get invited to a Naughty orgy? I got a hundred and eighteen niggas that's horny So baby, don't you bring your friends if them chickens corny We gets it on 'til the dawn 'til they say "This is ridiculous" And it's a must, party poopers hit the dust We lockin' doors so be warned, be prepared to stay 'Cause ain't nobody goin' home until we break day We spittin' game, get it? To do your thing wit' it You know this party's live, so swing swing wit' it Even critics admit it, we did it, no pranks, legit Naughty By Nature, Queen Latifah party, gangsta shit Come on [Chorus: All, Queen Latifah, Treach] Screw in the red light, shake it up (Shake it up) Get crunk (Get crunk), throw your drinks up (Throw 'em up) Smoke out the basement (Uh), shake it up 'til the morning (Shake it up until the early early, plus I'm on and yawnin') Screw in the red light, shake it up (Shake it up) Get crunk (Get crunk), throw your drinks up (Throw 'em up) Smoke out the basement (Uh), shake it up 'til the morning (Shake it up until the early early, plus I'm on and yawnin') [Verse 3: Treach] You see it's me against the whole stinkin' planet, damn it Me and my man got this bitch in a sandwich So a motherfucker mannish Not a notion, I'm a novel, half-drunk, full bottle Smellin' like 'gnac, 24-karat Jivago Smoke out the red light, session, no question Tell Cloud to give Alicia the keys to my next session Wanna bounce, boogie, get some basement budussy Leave your county friend and go void the bound again It go, screw in my red light, shake a nut (Haha) Get crunk, throw your ass up Bounce budussy in the basement Get drunk until the early, early, plus I'm on and yawnin' Redrum's the riddle, the red light's a little It's really a rally mostly 'til you're moist in the middle I fiddle fuddle the females, dolo dill in the details Suckin' Sally next to seashells, promo and retails (Love you, Violet, love you) Rubbin' on the black long leather skin loaded launcher No sample, it might haunt ya I warned you, I've sworn to bomb, come on to warn Still up 'til 4 in the morn', baby, you born for porn Come on, I tell it like it is, well, it's like it is Pardon favor, party punani, that's how I like to live Maybe a little ice, maybe a little krill Now, you ain't gotta go home, but get the fuck outta here, niggas [Chorus: All, Queen Latifah, Treach] Screw in the red light, shake it up (Shake it up) Get crunk (Get crunk), throw your drinks up (Throw 'em up) Smoke out the basement (Uh), shake it up 'til the morning (Shake it up until the early early, plus I'm on and yawnin') Screw in the red light, shake it up (Shake it up) Get crunk (Get crunk), throw your drinks up (Throw 'em up) Smoke out the basement (Uh), shake it up 'til the morning (Shake it up until the early early, plus I'm on and yawnin')
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Credits
- Writers
- Treach
- Vin Rock
- Queen Latifah
- Allen “Allstar” Gordon