Redman - Down Wit Us lyrics

[Redman - Down Wit Us lyrics]

Artist: Redman
Album: How to Be a Player soundtrack
Song: Down Wit Us

A '97 update of Boogie Down
Production's "I'm Still #1"

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 LOD 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 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, PS
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 niggas 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 DC, is down wit us yo
My peeps in

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