Why U Mad

[Intro: Redman]

Hey, Big Seth, these niggas mad, nigga

Grind time, nigga

Oh, why you mad son?

These niggas and chicks be walkin' around all night and shit

Why you mad nigga?

Ayo, you mad nigga (Why you mad motherfucker?)

Let's go, ayy

[Verse 1: Redman]

I wake up, wash the balls, and it's grind time

While I'm here, I take it back like your hairline

I came up from hidin' weed in my bantams

Now I'm electric, the block know I Chaka Khan

High school chicks said, Red to never make it

Now they old ass in my Gram, gettin' naked

Fuck you, I'm trying to Maximilian

Cash me, whipping a ride, I'm Uncle Willie's son (Let it go)

Broke niggas stay yappin' like they get the bag

Plottin' on your downfall with they snitchin' ass

If his boys get him gas, then he gets mad

Just know I keep the sticks like White Boy Rick dad

Boy, I love provin' haters wrong (Yeah)

Livin' my best life, I learned from Lil Duval (What up?)

My money three feet tall, but I got respect

And you rich, and I'm not impressed

Eat a ****

[Chorus: Redman]

Ayo, put your hands up in the sky (Come on)

A lot of people mad, and don't ask me why (Come on)

You say that you a boss, but your nose in mine

Why you looking all mad? 'Cause you're dyin' tryin'

And you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, bro?)

Ayo, are you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, motherfucker?)

[Verse 2: Mr. Cream & Redman]

I'm Mr. Cream, and I'm a Brick City bad boy

Tongue out, middle finger to the tabloids

I can give it to these niggas like they asked for it

Then pull up like, fuck, boy, what you mad for? (Why you mad, nigga?)

They poked a bear, and I'm woke now

With my three, five, seven out of Oak Town

I can turn your lobby city to a ghost town (Let's go)

Set up shop, then Gilla shut the coast down (Coast down)

Ha, I'm something special, keep an eye on me

Plus, I got a pack of mammals that'll ride for me

And honestly, I hear him talkin', it don't bother me (Nah)

I modestly turn this bitch into a robbery (Let's go, Cream)

It's Gilla House until my veins pop

And where they test, they get left in the same spot

Mr. Cream, get mad if you wanna

I promise ain't no future if you're fuckin' up my commas

[Chorus: Redman]

Ayo, put your hands up in the sky (Come on)

A lot of people mad, and don't ask me why (Come on)

You say that you a boss, but your nose in mine

Why you looking all mad? 'Cause you're dyin' tryin'

Are you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, bro?)

Ayo, are you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, fucker?)

[Verse 3: Runt Dawg & Redman]

My nigga, get off your ass and get on your grind

And stop cryin' about the same shit all the time (Yeah)

You whinin', complainin'-ass niggas be the lamest (Yeah)

Your hugs and handshakes as fake as your chain is (Hater)

It's written all over your face

A body shot will have you shittin' all over the place

Niggas turn super ugly when they see my squad

They bitch ass get mad, wanna key my car (It's Gilla)

We get it popping like two choppers

Shoot like Tupac when he heard "Who Shot Ya" (Feel me)

Step in the hood, better check in with us

I'm the plug for the bud and the Mexican mud

Now you all mad

Mr. Mean mug, so gangsta

Ayy, bro, check out my mixtape

No thank you (Fuck outta here)

I laugh at y'all little amateurs

Stay with your day job, you motherfuckin' janitor

Fix your face

[Chorus: Redman]

Ayo, put your hands up in the sky (Come on)

A lot of people mad, and don't ask me why (Come on)

You say that you a boss, but your nose in mine

Why you looking all mad? 'Cause you're dyin' tryin'

And you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, bro?)

Ayo, are you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, motherfucker?), let's go

[Outro: Redman]

75 degrees on the East Coast

85 degrees on the West Coast

95 degrees in Miami

As we take y'all on a ride in the W2 album

But y'all know what it's time for

Let's get to the story of Soopaman Lover