Down South Funk Lyrics - Redman

All the way to motherfuckin' Georgia 

upto 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 whatever you feel 

Balls of steel, clappin' those with rap deals 

Fuck 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 hiatus 

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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 N.A.S.A. 

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) 

(Man listen) 

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I got the down south funk when I clown out punk ass 

Police wanna call dogs and sound off pumps 

I short your Blaupunkt's 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 M.C.'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 body bag won't fit you tonight 

You wanna 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 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. 

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) 

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, godforsaken 

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 this shit look good 

Programmable annual slammable 

You light as a rock and I cram to understand you 

So for niggaz on a mission kissin' ass and dissin' 

We get even like an ambidextrous, 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)