Down South Funk

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

[erick sermon]

Yo, guess whos 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, Im lukewarm and still perform like a champ

Battle bout, airing your ass out

So whos dropping shit on what day? my clicks the greatest

Chill, or feel the effect of hi-atus

Shit shuts down when the squads around

It gets thinner, its hexed like white man from town

Three the hard way cant be touched

My styles too faraway, to capture, even with help from nasa

Im what they call, a living legend, sha-pow

Thats what they call, a mac-11, sha-pow

Theres two on the way down, blaow blaow

Heres 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 （man hah..） listen）

[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 youre 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 mcs wave

More flags than puerto rican day parade

And give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkin

Barefooted off my rhyme dont dare cook it

You might fall in to intervene

And new jacks and they girl become pookie and that, prom queen

That bodybag wont fit you tonight

You wanna blow up? drop the mic, stick to the pipe

Hand to hand my crewll 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.

[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 flashback

Of antagonizing anxiety attacks

The beat hits the ground and the earth cracks

Niggaz 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 Ill lay you down

With a sick illed out fictitious style

Yo, we all represent the hood -- the only difference

Between us make is that we the shit look good!

Programmable annual slammable

You _lyte as a rock_ and _i cram to understand you_

So for niggaz on a mission kissin ass and dissin

We get even like an ambixdeterous, 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）

Is yall niggaz down to ride? （man listen）

you Would kill for your life? （man listen）

Can you get busy all night? （man listen）

（man listen）