Redman - Down South Funk Lyrics
[redman]All the way to mother*****in georgiaTo tennesseeTo mother*****in texasTo north mother*****in carolinaYeah, south *****in carolinaYeah, deep down, gritty alabamaFunk for your funkin ass, niggaHa ha, barefoot walkin mother*****ers[erick sermon]Yo, guess whos 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 deals***** hot, Im lukewarm and still perform like a champBattle bout, airing your ass outSo whos dropping shit on what day? my clicks the greatestChill, or feel the effect of hi-atusShit shuts down when the squads aroundIt gets _thinner_, its hexed like white man from townThree the hard way cant be touchedMy styles too faraway, to capture, even with help from nasaIm what they call, a living legend, sha-powThats what they call, a mac-11, sha-powTheres two on the way down, blaow blaowHeres two more, blaow blaow nigga![keith murray]Is yall 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 youre mo stiff than rikers isle bunksGet out your seat, e, spit out the beatThe tracks plow underground concrete out the streetsFrom baldies to fades, when I rock mcs waveMore flags than puerto rican day paradeAnd give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkinBarefooted off my rhyme dont dare cook itYou might fall in to interveneAnd new jacks and they girl become pookie and that, prom queenThat bodybag wont fit you tonightYou wanna blow up? drop the mic, stick to the pipeHand to hand my crewll cripple your click in a fightTake my tapes way down south and triple the priceStep up on the scene like whazzup? hey sugahBefore you *****-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 yall 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 Ill 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 listenIs yall 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 yall niggaz down to ride? (man listen)Would you kill for your life? (man listen)Can you get busy all night? (man listen)(man listen)
