Groove

[Intro: Redman & Skits Vicious] Ha man, Redman fool D.o.D nigga (Yo Uh huh, uh huh,) Yeah! (Word, God damn it Maztek You killing them again son, uh Yo im gonna let this one roll,) OWW! (yo uh huh uh huh yo skits vicious Yo yo) Let`s go let`s go [Verse 1: Skits Vicious] I don`t care where you`re coming from(Hell No!) I spit ninja stars straight popping through your bubblegum Double trouble, double gun time splitters Never subtle the vibe gives spines shivers House of rhyme mirrors you in a maze lost A cage fight is how we face off Get the fuck up, Simon says get the fuck up (Get the fuck up!) Funk Doc, D.O.D., dumb fucks get chopped up,(yes!) Locked up with the mug shot Bite my shit and watch how your tongue rots You ain't close to us by a long shot You a joke so this is where the fun stops Nun chucks and shuriken blades This shit turns most made men to maids They follow orders I make them surrender Hit yo ass up from the bottom when you enter [Chorus] Now (Groove), MC`s ain`t got no guts but (We Do) so just turn the volume up and (Groove) if you ain`t got the urge to bust well (We do) so just turn the volume up just (Groove) the scene ain`t got no guts well (We Do) so just turn the volume up and (Groove)if you ain`t got the urge to burst well (We Do)just turn the volume up just (Groove) [Verse 2: Redman] Oh My god homie I'm the shit I got flies on me Feel like F.B.I.`s eyes on me But I don`t sell crack, I sell real rap The fans tired yelling out ``Where the skills at`` I`ll show you I got them, Doc from rock bottom Dog`s a rottweiler, lock me in asylum The local hero hanging with the weirdo`s Heat like Pacino killing De Niro My Dre beats rocking, women is E popping I get them off like they meeting a new cochrane Yeah your boy heavy I been food shopping I eat the track shit it out then you drop it I got no manners brave like Atlanta I gotta D.O.D. banner and a head cannon And if you fucks wanna know where your man landing I gotta party going on in the Grand Canyon Nigga [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jay Reaper] Niggas make fake shit, ya cake bitch tasteless I`m impatient I just take shit rapist Bates Shit, hit a bitch in the braces And paint faces, when i`m locked in my basement It`s basically based on that one night I spaced In a rage, I split a bitch face on the pavement I`m satan, the god of the game you be playing And i`m praised in 88 ways in 8 great nations A mason, displaying the ways of the ancients They gave me the gift now i`m blazing like Cajun You must be mistaken, thinking that i`m Freddy but i`m Jay-son Creating a patient amazing, I`m just saying I`ll be spraying like a Super saiyan Human torch, my whole crew is flaming Jay Piven, I'm the best damn movie agent The multi made it, and I wrap it up by saying Groove [Chorus]