Redman - Welcome (Interlude) lyrics
[Redman - Welcome Interlude lyrics]
Our phone lines are open for
All you high motherfuckers
At 1-800-DIKINYABOOTY
That's 1-800-dick-in ya boo tay!
Ringing phone is answered
Aiyyo this is Mad Duke callin from Da Bricks
I'm on the block with Uncle
Quilly and Leroy Sweetdick
Gettin my smoke on
For you onionhead motherfuckers
Yo this PaceWon from the Outsidaz, dammmn!
Welcome to another nineteen ninety-six
Funk Doc Spock tape
As we take y'all minds on another journey
Through the darkside
We uplift you! Def Squad force
Comin through with the ruckus
Jammin for all knotty
Headed peasy motherfuckers, ahh
And for funky bitches
We got a funky thing for you
I said I gets down like that, who am I
(Funk Doctor, as I kiss the sky)
I said I gets down like that, who am I
(Funk Doctor, as I kiss the sky)
Bomb traum', funkier than Haitian underarms
Represent Jersey, the land of firearms
Hotwired cars, emptying cigars
Afros, fo' fo's, Omni's with momo's
As nasty as I come I should be douche
I used to be the chief instructor for Bruce
Choose your weapon - A FATALITY
Line your crew up now - BABALITY
In nineteen ninety-six bitch ass niggas
All in my mix
On some rah rah shit, get my rah rah dick!
Nuts alert, first sound de alarm on de expert
My network
Operate sharper than a Gilette works
Off the corner style Blinds
In Knightening Armor
About more Facts of Life than
Tootie or Blair Warner
Chi Town where you at (we got your back)
DC where you at (we got your back)
My crew Come Strapped like MC
Eiht with nickel plates
Gettin mad Dead Presidents ask Larenz Tate
I'm, gettin loot rollin craps in the yard
Can't be scarred by media, SO fuck THE MEDIA
Most MC's are terrible, unbearable
Couldn't get stupid if you
Were sliced cerebral
Ahh no he didn't, act like he's shittin
Man you're funnier than Ed Griffin
It's Red's kitchen
My infrared's missin, damn I'm slippin
I'm out of ammo, yo Crossbreed
Stick the clip in
All you high motherfuckers
At 1-800-DIKINYABOOTY
That's 1-800-dick-in ya boo tay!
Ringing phone is answered
Aiyyo this is Mad Duke callin from Da Bricks
I'm on the block with Uncle
Quilly and Leroy Sweetdick
Gettin my smoke on
For you onionhead motherfuckers
Yo this PaceWon from the Outsidaz, dammmn!
Welcome to another nineteen ninety-six
Funk Doc Spock tape
As we take y'all minds on another journey
Through the darkside
We uplift you! Def Squad force
Comin through with the ruckus
Jammin for all knotty
Headed peasy motherfuckers, ahh
And for funky bitches
We got a funky thing for you
I said I gets down like that, who am I
(Funk Doctor, as I kiss the sky)
I said I gets down like that, who am I
(Funk Doctor, as I kiss the sky)
Bomb traum', funkier than Haitian underarms
Represent Jersey, the land of firearms
Hotwired cars, emptying cigars
Afros, fo' fo's, Omni's with momo's
As nasty as I come I should be douche
I used to be the chief instructor for Bruce
Choose your weapon - A FATALITY
Line your crew up now - BABALITY
In nineteen ninety-six bitch ass niggas
All in my mix
On some rah rah shit, get my rah rah dick!
Nuts alert, first sound de alarm on de expert
My network
Operate sharper than a Gilette works
Off the corner style Blinds
In Knightening Armor
About more Facts of Life than
Tootie or Blair Warner
Chi Town where you at (we got your back)
DC where you at (we got your back)
My crew Come Strapped like MC
Eiht with nickel plates
Gettin mad Dead Presidents ask Larenz Tate
I'm, gettin loot rollin craps in the yard
Can't be scarred by media, SO fuck THE MEDIA
Most MC's are terrible, unbearable
Couldn't get stupid if you
Were sliced cerebral
Ahh no he didn't, act like he's shittin
Man you're funnier than Ed Griffin
It's Red's kitchen
My infrared's missin, damn I'm slippin
I'm out of ammo, yo Crossbreed
Stick the clip in