Red Rags Lyrics - Strangeulation - Tech N9ne

Some gangsta's wanna head blast, cuz I run with the red rags 

Free Uno Ace Capone. The homie Keith Fudge, I got your back homie 

Let's go! 

Crew, Su-wu 

Nigga that's what we do 

Who, be you 

If you want funk me too 

I'm bool as a bubumber 

Laces in my shoes makin you wonder 

Am I gonna act a fool or bring your crew thunder 

Thinkin I pack the tool don't wanna use on her 

I ain't trippin when the old days got my mind glitchin 

Like different signs that ain't my kind got they 9's whistlin 

Like a nigga wanna find this and strip clips till my wines drippin 

But nobody wanna do no crime they just talkin about rhyme spittin 

When I'm at the movies, careful how you steppin to me 

Cause I think who's starin at me wanna do me 

Cause Im flamed up and Soo woo-ey 

Dead crash, my head's bad 

Cause I be thinking some gangstas wanna head blast 

Cause I run with the red rags 

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Crew, Su-wu 

Nigga that's what we do 

Who, be you 

If you want funk me too 

I'm a motherfucking animal, red devil, Tasmanian 

Bangins' in my cranium, deuce click and five claimin it 

Kansas City thang, from two clips at my range is bandana dangerous 

You's crip when I'm sayin' it? 

It's Soo-Woo business, then yous through nigga 

Blood? I don't give a fuck if I knew you nigga 

That's that 85 mentality, victim of your reality 

Catchin, pumpin' that 7-11 in your fatalities 

It's another nigga's wake-up, smoke water and drank up 

Heavenly, blocks flames from 20's to the seventies 

It's ballers tuckin' fed cash, to get you dead fast 

Gangstas to head blast cause I run with the red flags! 

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Crew, Su-wu 

Nigga that's what we do 

Who, be you 

If you want funk me too 

Uh, I'm just bicken back and bein' bool 

You don't this feelin, look you fuckin with the realest 

No, gloves no, mask look you know we bout to kill it 

Disrespect us will get your mami pinned to the ceilin 

This is still holdin hemi's even when I'm in my jammies 

Niggas wanna catch me slippin leave me sleepin like a mami 

Plus they still sendin this, haters wanna pack me out 

Bunch of internet bustas always wanna run they mouth 

I ain't trippin still, thuggin for Crew, Su-wu 

Nigga that's what we do 

Who, be you 

If you want funk me too 

Signed up, suited and booted, old nigga, ready for war 

Layin back, stackin cake, but it don't take much to activate 

Snatch it back and act innate, reignin' down the hand of god 

Chopper get to sang a nigga smokin like his elder bar 

Forgive me Lord I'm trynna keep it cool 

But I'm a old nigga with a quick fuse, quick to smell the bitch in dudes 

Hard to walk in Scooby's shoes, do the shit that Scooby do 

Fi' block, a general, I done paid my fuckin dues 

Nigga this the life I chose, fuck that, life I choose 

Still livin gang rules check the laces in these shoes 

Gangsta nigga through and through, tried tested been approved 

On blood, one love, nigga what, soo-woo 

Crew, Su-wu 

Nigga that's what we do 

Who, be you 

If you want funk me too 

Crew, Su-wu 

Nigga that's what we do 

Who, be you 

If you want funk me too