Intro:Ha ha ha ha. This is Doctor Trevis, giving a phone call to y´all funky fuckers
Erick Sermon:
Y´alll guess what the fuck is going on now Me and Reggie Noble, making funk tunes around the global Cause times keeps on slippin´, and I get the funk from the kitchen Then commits to ass whippin´, there is no time for me to bust it So I´m a chill and let Red get into a fly poetic justice
Redman: Yo, it´s all in the mind and I´m high and I kick it for the do or die On 2 or 1 area code leavin´ shit blown Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher When I feak ´em, oooh, yes y´all I got the mad method can you catch it?
And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it
Erick Sermon: Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin´ today Hey, Erick Sermons on the way Dre gave me a ride so I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the smoke in my chest And if you understand me then escape and kick it While the E-Double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted It´s going down, it´s going way down Go get the 4 pound and boogie down
Redman: Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and F it be on my ass cap
Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bisquick If it´s mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with I shot the sheriff on the terris And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than Ferris Just wrote these raps up in the studio Brothers can´t tell and sisters can´t hear me no (hear me hoe)
Hook: E got the funk, Red got the funk, Red got the funk, E got the funk (x2)
Erick Sermon: Someones knockin´ at my door, yo Johnny Gill, I need the whole floor So I can get busy remember? And if you don´t call Michael Jackson
And don´ be afraid to ask him, Erick Sermon got mad tunes No matter what they say, I got more props than Richard Bay The mind bogglin´ with the hardcore followin´ So what´s up, cause I don´t give a fuck
Redman: Whoa, I make you sing with Tony Braxton I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in Back up boy you messin´ with the rude bwoy yes I told ya I rock leather jacks with Tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up Hold up! This is a stick up, I spark the izm with ? like a bizcut 1 and 2 skirts get lift up, E got the funk and Red got the funk
Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say "That´s the one!" Of coarse I´m funky like fat people having intercorse Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know But let me knock your teeth out When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house And I´m deeper than Nostradomis, when I´m in chronic And I leave your kitty cats meowin´ home made bondage (meow) Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch
Outro: Ha ha ha. This is Dr. Trevis comin´ to y´all motherfuckers with some more
raw shit. Def Squad represntitives. Def Squad forever, signin´ off.
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