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prof - pack a lunch lyrics

[intro: redman]
hey prof, you got some weed bro?
yeah, you said you was gonna have that fire

ladies and gentleman, better, you ready for a real ride, better
me and prof we on the loose, better
it’s an all nighter, go pack a lunch, yeah

[chorus]
if you tryna party then we got a concord
all them lames over there, they are done for
turn this sh+t to a freaknik of some sort
it’s gon’ be some work, you should pack a lunch for it
drop it down, f+ck it up, spread ‘em out, back it up
run ‘em out, throw it up, go to work, pack a lunch
pack a lunch x 8
[verse 1: prof]
four, five housewives outside mouth wide
normal day on the southside
so high i got alzheim’s
slopestyle alpine in my down time
girl you st+rdy as h+ll
speak three languages, and i heard you read braille
i bet the motherf+ckers feeling me now
they was turning me down
nowadays, i be turning them out
cup of lean got me questioning my sanity
all this footage on the phones could be damaging
so drunk that i can barely see
is that jennifer aniston balancing on a manatee?
who’s flexible at the festival?
and what’s the numeros por tu teléfono?
i wish that i was born with eight c+cks
‘bout to go someplace and drink my face off like wade boggs

[chorus]
drop it down, f+ck it up, spread ‘em out, back it up
run ‘em out, throw it up, go to work, pack a lunch
pack a lunch x 8

[verse 2: redman]
black hannibal dressed like barry manilow
no covid shot pop, i got the antidote
you want to act animal? i’ll push the envelope
clip in the tec look like a banana boat
tenth grade i have cake like anna mae
my attitude keep you at bay, the mandalay
with the gift of gab, i go get the bag
then i pound my dogs like kurupt & daz
i need a lap dance from a rap fan
girl show me you got drive like a dash cam
yeah i’m the captain, roll in an afghan
i drop bombs on ‘em like the gap band
black bandana tiltin’ like santana
ima cheap f+ck, i wine and dine at panera
i walk through your hood with a vendetta
yelling out ‘who the best n+gga?’
na’n other
if i had twenty million i gotta spend it
the lieutenant go luke cage, i gotta finish ‘em
in paris women give me french benefits
i’m the king, so kiss the bling of the ring
and say ‘hi your eminence’
ho, that’s how a real n+gga do it
nothing change but the mic when i’m interviewing
me and prof, we got bud by the bunch
it’s an all nighter, go pack a lunch n+gga
[chorus]
drop it down, f+ck it up, spread ‘em out, back it up
run ‘em out, throw it up, go to work, pack a lunch
pack a lunch x 8

[verse 3: prof]
my real life like comic con
sparring, soccer moms in the octagon
spirit animal karl malone
i’m just thankful that they let me bring my dog along
i’m a wild motherf+cker, i’ll admit that
more action boss, less chit chat
girl you lookin good, where your kids at?
me versus your man, that’s a mismatch
if i had an opportunity to be greeted with booty
even if it need be anita, shaquita, maybe judy
eighty groupies in a parade i’m faded, they alluding
basically i’d grab all the party people and i would tell them

[chorus]
if you tryna party then we got a concord
all them lames over there, they are done for
turn this sh+t to a freaknik of some sort
it’s gon’ be some work you should pack a lunch for it
drop it down, f+ck it up, spread ‘em out, back it up
run ‘em out, throw it up, go to work, pack a lunch
pack a lunch x 8
drop it down, f+ck it up, spread ‘em out, back it up
run ‘em out, throw it up, go to work, pack a lunch
pack a lunch x 8

[outro]
big stunna, one hunna
you stupid, just shut up
keep breezy, i’m gonna
i’m big boy, dun dunna
dun dunna x 8

- prof lyrics

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