Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Redman
Performer
Lady Luck
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reggie Noble
Composer
Shanell Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reggie Noble
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo!
Yo, yo, yo, come on
Yo, yo, yo, come on
[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, yo, you could get rugged, rough, hard like luck
Bring your best rhymes and you **** still ****
I'm slumped in a truck, with the pump tucked
Come to bend some dough? Never give 'em love
[Verse 3]
Your money like old men
Can't get it up
Im spitting up, sick of stuff,
Middle fingers up, luck, never give
Y'all respect, like no eye contact, pounds with the left
[Verse 4]
If you get offended, I'm talking to you
Come get it, and there'll be a coffin for you
You done did it, you messing with luck
You pressing your luck, got lots of jewels
And I ain't giving 'em up
[Verse 5]
Come get it, y'all **** wanna
****wit Jerz, come get it, the Bricks don't **** with herbs
Come get it, I represent
Jerz till I die, smoke on the
La, la, la
La, la, la
[Verse 6]
Come get it, ya'll **** don't want it with Jerz
Come get it, luck don't run with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz till I die
Smoke on the la, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 7]
Yo, Funk Doc smack y'all ****, jack y'all ****
Have your thuggest thug come get it back for y'all ****
Laugh at y'all ****, throw caps at y'all ****
Stick NBA for the basketball figures
Gigolo live with two **** , John Ritter
[Verse 8]
Arm lit up, microphone tormentor. I'm hungry as **** and I came to eat
If you came to shoot that, can you aim at least?
Bricks, sucker MC's
That stay hooking off, you bougie **** like
This what i'm looking for, Duke, your moms think I'm a helluva guy
****, you don't get it like American Pie
[Verse 9]
I scar deep wounds, bubble teaspoons
Powder is the rhyme, boggled is the mind
When I spit y'all become fiends to me, **** cost money
But the D is free
[Verse 10]
Come get it, y'all **** wanna **** with Jerz
Come get it, the bricks don't **** with herbs, come get it, I represent
Jerz till I die
Smoke on the la, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 11]
Come get it
Y'all **** don't want it wit Jerz
Come get it, luck don't run with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz till I die
Smoke on the la, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 12]
Yo, Luck, do you really know what pressure is? ****, I apply it
The one stealing TVs at the Rodney King riot
Guns on salas
Whips no mileage
At the bar, three iced teas, Long Island
[Verse 13]
I stay styling, boots stay filled with ****
In the V, lane three, switching up
Speed, I'ma be obnoxious until
I can't breathe, and until then
Y'all can't win
[Verse 14]
Luck's twelve on the scale
From one to ten
Influenced by hydro and lots of gin
Back up, damn I need oxygen
Surrounded by lots of men that'll rock your chin
[Verse 15]
And pop your limbs, handle like Iverson, or Marbury, flows extraordinary
How 'bout the gold Chevy, holding four steady?
Been running war, let me know **** ready
[Verse 16]
Y'all **** wanna **** with Jerz
Come get it, the bricks don't **** with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz till I die
Smoke on the la, la, la, la, la, la
[Verse 17]
Come get it, y'all **** don't want it with Jerz
Come get it, luck don't run with herbs
Come get it, I represent Jerz till I die
Smoke on the la, la, la, la, la, la
Written by: Reggie Noble, Shanell Jones