Down Wit Us

Redman

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    Ha ha yo yo
    My man Keith Murray is down wit us
    My nigga Erick Sermon is down wit us
    My man Lil' Jamal is down wit us
    My Def Squad click is down wit us
    The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit us yo
    My L.O.D. click is down wit us
    We're number one!
    Ha ha ha ha ha yo yo yo well yo

    It's the Red Moolie yellin for the villain in the movie
    I'm like Kentucky, I pack a biscuit and a two-piece
    Ya nod thorough, blows like the tri-borough
    I die thorough with a metal on my chest sayin Def
    Check out the rhythm that I cook up
    You too scared to look up, you're merkin
    I Set it Off like La in that big-ass Suburban *errrr*
    Bumrush your villa then I'm closin all the curtains, LIGHTS OUT
    Who's next to get stomped? I smash hardcore from Jerz
    to the South South Bronx, the bizarre rap non-superstar
    of course, my Actions Affirmative like Nas Escobar
    Flip a quarter, heads or tails you're gettin slaughtered
    I blow the S-L boy out of order
    My mental disorder is pure water
    I hit your wifey doggystyle in the Land
    while the CD program's on 'Whatever Man'

    My peoples up in Jersey, is down wit us, uhh
    My peoples locked down, down wit us, uhh
    My peoples in New York, is down wit us
    The housing projects, is down wit us
    My people who be hustlin is down wit us
    Cause makin funky music is a must
    I'm number one!
    Ha haa! Check it check check check here we go huh huh

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    Aiyyo, throw yo' hands up in the motherfuckin air
    And wave em, until y'all cash flows hit the pavement
    Fuck the B-X, I roll on fours like G-S
    Signed truly yours, Funk Doctor Spock, P.S.
    Rumble in the Jungle, I bumped into Fugees
    on the humble, on the one-deuce, my bundles
    be raw diggy, surprise you like you saw titties
    on that, milk chick, watch me damage your acoustics
    The Muddy Waters be blowin your tape recorders
    Pull out the four niggaz steppin like they on a Nord(ic)
    Track, cool out black got no time for scratch
    You wanna battle, here's a lyric with a bomb attached *pssst*
    These your peoples, you better call em back before I beat through
    his windpipe, with the cordless mic and the cerebral
    HAHH, look up in the motharfuckin sky, it's a
    widow, pushin a fifteen zero zero
    With tinted windows, so it's hard to look through
    Chickenhead shotgun, pumpin Erykah Badu
    Don't snooze, you'll be like damn is it the shoes?
    The way I maneuv I could slip a uz in school
    I been a raw dog since I brought me an eighth
    And Can't Nobody Hold Me Down like I'm Puffy and Mase

    Ha hah, ha ha ha! Ha ha, aiyyo, aiyyo
    Fox Boogie Brown, is down wit us
    My nigga Meth-Tical, is down wit us
    Yo, Thuggish Ruggish Flesh, is down wit us, yo
    Yo, my homie Richie Rich, is down wit us, yo
    That nigga LL Cool, is down wit us, yo
    My dog Warren G, is down wit us
    We're number one!
    Ha hah, ha hah, ya-ha-ha, yo yo

    Trigger the Gambler, down wit us, yo
    My peeps West coast, is down wit us, yo
    My peeps who pack toast, is down wit us yo
    Atlanta, G-A, is down wit us yo
    My peeps in Virginia, is down wit us yo
    North Carolina, is down wit us yo
    My peeps in D.C., is down wit us yo
    My peeps in

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    Composición: R. Noble, Erick Sermon y L. Parker

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