Why U Mad Songtext
von Redman, Mr. Cream & Runt Dawg

Hey, Big Sev, these niggas mad, nigga
Grind time, nigga
(Oh, why you mad, son?)
These niggas and chicks be walking around all mad and shit
Why you mad, nigga?
Ayo (you mad, nigga? Why you mad, nigga?)
Let′s go

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 high and weed in my bond times
Now I'm electric, the block know I shock a con
High school chicks said, "Red will never make it"
Now they old ass in my 'Gram getting naked
Fuck you, I′m trying to Maximilian
Catch me whipping a ride, I′m Uncle Willie's son


Broke niggas stay yapping like they get the bag
Plotting on your downfall with they snitching 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 proving haters wrong
Living my best life, I learned from Lil Duval (word up!)
My money three feet tall, but I got respect
And you rich and I′m not impressed
Eat a duke-

Ayo, put your hands up in the sky (c'mon)
A lot of people mad and don′t ask me why (c'mon)
You say that you a boss, but your nose in mine
Why you looking all mad? ′Cause you dying shrine
And you mad, nigga, why you mad, bro? (Ayo)
And you mad, nigga (why you mad, motherfucker?) (Let's go!)

I'm Mr. Cream, and I′m a brick city bad boy
Tongue out, middle finger to the tabloids
I could 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 poke the bear and I′m woke now
With my 357 out of Oaktown
I could turn your lobby city to a ghost town (let's go)
Set up shop, then kill or shut the coast down (coast down)


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 them talking, 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 fucking up my commas

Ayo, put your hands up in the sky (c'mon)
A lot of people mad and don′t ask me why (c′mon)
You say that you a boss but your nose in mine
Why you looking all mad? 'Cause you′re dying, trying
And you mad, nigga, why you mad, bro?
And you mad, nigga (why you mad, motherfucker?) (Let's go!)

My nigga, get off your ass and get on your grind
And stop crying about the same shit all the time (yeah)
You whining, complaining 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 at how you shitting all over the place
Niggas turn super ugly when they see my squad
They bitch ass get mad, wanna keep my car, it's Gilla

We get it poppin′ like two choppers
Shoot like Tupac when he heard 'Who Shot Ya?'
Step in the hood, better checkin′ with us
I′m the plug for the bud and the Mexican mud
Now you all mad, Mr. Mean Mug, so gangsta
(Ay, bruh, check out my mixtape)
No, thank ya, I laugh at y'all little amateurs
Stay with your day job, you motherfuckin′ janitor

Ayo, put your hands up in the sky (c'mon)
A lot of people mad and don′t ask me why (c'mon)
You say that you a boss, but your nose in mine
Why you looking all mad? ′Cause you're dying, trying
And you mad, nigga, why you mad, bro?
Ayo, and you mad, nigga (why you mad, motherfucker?) (Let's go!)

75 degrees on the East Coast
85 degrees on the West Coast
95 degrees in Miami, as we take y′all on the ride
MW Too album
But y′all know what it's time for
Let′s get to the story of Soopaman Luva