Redman - Down South Funk lyrics

[redman] All the way to motherf**in georgia To tennessee To motherf**in texas To north motherf**in carolina Yeah, south f**in carolina Yeah, deep down, gritty alabama Funk for your funkin a**, n***a Ha ha, barefoot walkin motherf**ers [erick sermon] Yo, guess who's bout to stomp tonight? Three seniors, rockin the mic, catchin misdemeanors So charge us with what-what-ever you feel Balls of steel, clappin those with rap deals f** hot, i'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ Battle bout, airing your a** out So who's dropping sh** on what day? my click's the greatest Chill, or feel the effect of hi-atus sh** shuts down when the squad's around It gets _thinner_, it's hexed like white man from town Three the hard way can't be touched My style's too faraway, to capture, even with help from nasa I'm what they call, a living legend, sha-pow That's what they call, a mac-11, sha-pow There's two on the way down, blaow blaow Here's two more, blaow blaow n***a! [keith murray] Is y'all n***az down to ride? (man listen) Would you k** 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-a** Police wanna call dogs and sound off pumps I short your blaupunkts if you thump my tape Yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff than riker's isle bunks Get out your seat, e, spit out the beat The tracks plow underground concrete out the streets From baldies to fades, when i rock mc's wave More flags than puerto rican day parade And give up, i got the rare footage, of fiends walkin Barefooted off my rhyme don't dare cook it You might fall in to intervene And new jacks and they girl become pookie and that, prom queen That bodybag won't fit you tonight You wanna blow up? drop the mic, stick to the pipe Hand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fight Take my tapes way down south and triple the price Step up on the scene like whazzup? hey sugah Before you co*k-tease doc, how that cash put up? And only way i stop til your click say when They had enough, cause i could bump to six a.m. [keith murray] Is y'all n***az down to ride? (man listen) Would you k** 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 flashback Of antagonizing anxiety attacks The beat hits the ground and the earth cracks n***az be like, "oh no not them!" yeah we back With rhythmatic articulation, god-forsaken Sick manifestations, pump pump in your face then The lyrical force that i put in a rhyme Will hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme No matter who what when where how i'll lay you down With a sick illed out fictitious style Yo, we all represent the hood -- the only difference Between us is that we make the sh** look good! Programmable annual slammable You _lyte as a rock_ and _i cram to understand you_ So for n***az on a mission kissin a** and dissin We get even like an ambixdeterous, man listen Is y'all n***az down to ride? (man listen) Would you k** for your life? (man listen) Can you get busy all night? (man listen) (man listen) Is y'all n***az down to ride? (man listen) Would you k** for your life? (man listen) Can you get busy all night? (man listen) (man listen)