Down South Funk

[Intro: Redman]

All the way to motherfuckin Georgia

To Tennessee

To motherfuckin Texas

To North motherfuckin Carolina

Yeah, South fuckin Carolina

Yeah, deep down, gritty Alabama

Funk for your funkin ass, nigga

Ha ha, barefoot walkin motherfuckers

[Verse 1: 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

Fuck hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ

Battle bout, airing your ass out

So who's dropping shit on what day? My click's the greatest

Chill, or feel the effect of hi-atus

Shit 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 nigga!

[Chorus: Keith Murray]

Is y'all niggas 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)

[Verse 2: Redman]

Yo-yo-yo yo, yo yo!

I got the Down South Funk when I clown out punk-ass

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 Rikers 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 cock-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

[Chorus: Keith Murray]

Is y'all niggas 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)

[Verse 3: Keith Murray]

My life is a rap, each song is a flashback

Of antagonizing anxiety attacks

The beat hits the ground and the earth cracks

Niggas 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 shit look good

Programmable annual slammable

You Lyte as a Rock and I Cram to Understand You

So for niggas on a mission kissin ass and dissin

We get even like an ambixdeterous, man listen

[Chorus: Keith Murray]

Is y'all niggas 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 niggas down to ride? (Man listen)

Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)

Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)

(Man listen)