Lirik Lagu Down South Funk - Redman
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featuring Def Squad
[Redman]All the way to motherfuckin GeorgiaTo TennesseeTo motherfuckin TexasTo North motherfuckin CarolinaYeah South fuckin CarolinaYeah deep down gritty AlabamaFunk for your funkin ass niggaHa ha barefoot walkin motherfuckers
[Erick Sermon]Yo guess who's bout to stomp tonight?Three seniors rockin the mic catchin misdemeanorsSo charge us with what what-ever you feelBalls of Steel, clappin those with rap dealsFuck hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champbattle bout, airing your ass outSo who's dropping shit on what day? My click's the greatestChill, or feel the effect of hi-atusShit shuts down when the Squad's aroundIt gets _Thinner_, it's hexed like white man from townThree the hard way can't be touchedMy style's too faraway, to capture, even with help from NASAI'm what they call, a living legend, sha-POWThat's what they call, a Mac-11, sha-POWThere's two on the way down, BLAOW BLAOWHere's two more, BLAOW BLAOW nigga!
[Keith Murray]Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)(Hah hah..) (Man listen)
[Redman]Yo-yo-yo yo, yo yo!I got the Down South Funk when I clown out punk-asspolice wanna call dogs and sound off pumpsI short your Blaupunkts if you thump my tapeYo dial funk if you're mo' stiff than Riker's Isle bunksGet out your seat, E, spit out the beatThe tracks plow underground concrete out the streetsFrom baldies to fades, when I rock MC's wavemore flags than Puerto Rican Day paradeand give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkinbarefooted off my rhyme don't dare cook itYou might fall in to interveneAnd New Jacks and they girl become Pookie and that, PROM QUEENThat bodybag won't fit you tonightYou wanna blow up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipeHand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fightTake my tapes way Down South and triple the priceStep up on the scene like whazzup? Hey sugahBefore you cock-tease Doc, how that cash put up?And only way I stop til your click say whenThey had enough, cause I could bump to six A.M.
[Keith Murray]Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)(Yo, yo-yo) (Man listen)
My life is a rap, each song is a flashbackof antagonizing anxiety attacksThe beat hits the ground and the earth cracksNiggaz be like, "OH NO NOT THEM!" Yeah we backWith rhythmatic articulation, God-forsakensick manifestations, PUMP PUMP in your face thenthe lyrical force that I put in a rhymewill hit you with more power than a molecule enzymeNo matter who what when where how I'll lay you downwith a sick illed out fictitious styleYo, we all represent the hood -- the only differencebetween us is that we make the shit look good!Programmable annual slammableYou _Lyte as a Rock_ and _I Cram to Understand You_So for niggaz on a mission kissin ass and dissinWe get even like an ambixdeterous, man listen
Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)(Man listen)
Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)(Man listen)
[Redman]All the way to motherfuckin GeorgiaTo TennesseeTo motherfuckin TexasTo North motherfuckin CarolinaYeah South fuckin CarolinaYeah deep down gritty AlabamaFunk for your funkin ass niggaHa ha barefoot walkin motherfuckers
[Erick Sermon]Yo guess who's bout to stomp tonight?Three seniors rockin the mic catchin misdemeanorsSo charge us with what what-ever you feelBalls of Steel, clappin those with rap dealsFuck hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champbattle bout, airing your ass outSo who's dropping shit on what day? My click's the greatestChill, or feel the effect of hi-atusShit shuts down when the Squad's aroundIt gets _Thinner_, it's hexed like white man from townThree the hard way can't be touchedMy style's too faraway, to capture, even with help from NASAI'm what they call, a living legend, sha-POWThat's what they call, a Mac-11, sha-POWThere's two on the way down, BLAOW BLAOWHere's two more, BLAOW BLAOW nigga!
[Keith Murray]Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)(Hah hah..) (Man listen)
[Redman]Yo-yo-yo yo, yo yo!I got the Down South Funk when I clown out punk-asspolice wanna call dogs and sound off pumpsI short your Blaupunkts if you thump my tapeYo dial funk if you're mo' stiff than Riker's Isle bunksGet out your seat, E, spit out the beatThe tracks plow underground concrete out the streetsFrom baldies to fades, when I rock MC's wavemore flags than Puerto Rican Day paradeand give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkinbarefooted off my rhyme don't dare cook itYou might fall in to interveneAnd New Jacks and they girl become Pookie and that, PROM QUEENThat bodybag won't fit you tonightYou wanna blow up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipeHand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fightTake my tapes way Down South and triple the priceStep up on the scene like whazzup? Hey sugahBefore you cock-tease Doc, how that cash put up?And only way I stop til your click say whenThey had enough, cause I could bump to six A.M.
[Keith Murray]Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)(Yo, yo-yo) (Man listen)
My life is a rap, each song is a flashbackof antagonizing anxiety attacksThe beat hits the ground and the earth cracksNiggaz be like, "OH NO NOT THEM!" Yeah we backWith rhythmatic articulation, God-forsakensick manifestations, PUMP PUMP in your face thenthe lyrical force that I put in a rhymewill hit you with more power than a molecule enzymeNo matter who what when where how I'll lay you downwith a sick illed out fictitious styleYo, we all represent the hood -- the only differencebetween us is that we make the shit look good!Programmable annual slammableYou _Lyte as a Rock_ and _I Cram to Understand You_So for niggaz on a mission kissin ass and dissinWe get even like an ambixdeterous, man listen
Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)(Man listen)
Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)(Man listen)
