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Redman

Genres: Hip-Hop

Pick It Up Lyrics - Redman

Pick it up, pick it up 

If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker 

What the fuck you gon do 

Pick it up, pick it up 

 

While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check 

The double-S vest nigga wreck the discotheque 

Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks 

Then tap your man back and be like "Did you see that?" 

Ahh yes, comin from the North South East West 

Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess 

we bless, mics, three times a day 

Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels 

Strictly laughing at MC's 

Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep 

Niggaz be like "Ahh he changed his style up" 

Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah 

It's nine-six so get with it 

Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin 

Listen, must we forget, I originated 

all that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit 

That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit 

Brick City! Is where I get down kid 

Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince 

Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit 

 

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PPP got the glocks and tecs 

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck 

Say what? Got some fly shit on deck 

Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck 

PPP got the glocks and tecs 

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck 

 

First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up 

Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up 

Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas 

To all MC's, I love it that you hate us 

Drop skills that might send wind chill factors 

Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack 

Step uncorrect and get blackened 

The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men 

I don't tote guns I tote funds 

While you still puzzled how my antidote runs 

Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it 

Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it 

You remind me of school on a Sunday 

No class, beatin all King's down 

doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast 

Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz 

Back, nobody got the Red shook 

Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH 

Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me 

That's why them hardcore promoters still book me 

You shook G... word up... hah hah... 

 

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If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker 

What the fuck you gon do 

Pick it up, pick it up 

If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground 

What the fuck you gon do 

Pick her up, pick her up 

I keep it fly y'all 

Fly fly y'all 

 

Aiyyo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's 

We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees 

Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's 

We bag for cheese just to get weed 

Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese 

Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves 

Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts 

Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch 

at courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C 

S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy 

Then freeze... hah, ha-hah 

Where was I? Oh yes 

Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress 

Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc 

Another nigga smoked from impression 

Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin 

Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped 

And I still walk around with the hooked up 

Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government 

Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic 

How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches 

And uptown got the la-la spots 

And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks 

But still, I walk around with the grill 

Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real 

I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit 

Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents 

To any, MC who wonder what got in me 

To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi 

It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot 

Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on 

*static from radio surfing* 

 

Thanks Bill 

This week on NIN, Niggers in Newark 

We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots 

that my camera crew and I had a chance to visit 

during our stay in Da Bricks 

Although we suffered minor setback this week 

when our TV satellite van was stolen 

We managed to get around best way possible 

We had chances to see spots like 

Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave 

Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen 

19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now 

there's someone about to go for their drugs 

or as they would say, stash 

Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs? 

 

(Redman) 

Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam* 

 

This here, is the telephone line 

of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark 

Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do 

is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress 

Shhh... 

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