Down South Funk

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Reginald "Reggie" Noble (born April 17, 1970), better known by his stage name Redman, is an American MC, rapper, DJ, record producer and actor. He came to fame in the early 1990s as an artist on the Def Jam label. He is also well known for his collaborations with Method Man, including their starring roles in films and sitcoms. He was also a member of the Def Squad in the early 1990s. Redman is one-half of the rap duo Method Man & Redman and has been unofficially referred to as the "11th member" of the Wu-Tang Clan. more »

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1998

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Featuring def squad 

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 

Yo guess who's 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 
F*ck hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ 
Battle bout, airing your ass out 

So who's dropping shit on what day? My click's the greatest 
Chill, or feel the effect of hi-atus 
Shit shuts down when the squad's around 
It gets _thinner_, it's hexed like white man from town 
Three the hard way can't be touched 
My style's too faraway, to capture, even with help from nasa
I'm what they call, a living legend, sha-pow 
That's what they call, a mac-11, sha-pow 
There's two on the way down, blaow blaow 
Here's two more, blaow blaow nigga! 

Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen) 
Would you kill for your life? (Man listen) 
Can you get busy all night? (Man listen) 
(Hah hah) (man listen) 

Yo-yo-yo yo, yo yo! 
I got the down south funk when I clown out punk-ass 
Police want to call dogs and sound off pumps 
I short your blaupunkts if you thump my tape 
Yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff than riker's 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 mc's wave 
More flags than puerto rican day parade 
And give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkin 
Barefooted off my rhyme don't dare cook it 
You might fall in to intervene 

And new jacks and they girl become pookie and that, prom queen 
That bodybag won't fit you tonight 
You want to blow up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe 
Hand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fight 
Take my tapes way down south and triple the price 
Step up on the scene like whazzup? Hey suga' 
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. 

Is y'all 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 I'll lay you down 
With a sick illed out fictitious style 

Yo, we all represent the hood -- the only difference 
Between us is that we make 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 y'all 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 y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen) 
Would you kill for your life? (Man listen) 
Can you get busy all night? (Man listen) 
(Man listen)

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