Paroles: Redman. Welcome (Interlude).

[Incomprehensible]
Our phone lines are open for all you high motherfuckers
At 1800 dick in ya booty, that's 1800 dick in ya booty

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 onion head motherfuckers

Hi this K Spark from the Al Parks damn

Welcome to another nineteen ninety-six funk Dr. Spock tape
As we take y'all minds on another journey through the dark side
We uplift you! Def Squad force comin through with the ruckus
Jammin for all knotty-headed peasy motherfuckers, ah
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 troll, funkier than Haitian underarms
Represent Jersey, the land of firearms
Hot wired cars, emptying cigars
Afros, mofo's, on knees with momo's

It's nasty as I come, my shit 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 niggaz all in my mix
On some rah rah shit, get my rah rah dick
Nuts alert, first sound the alarm on the expert
My network operate sharper than a Gillette works

Off the corner style Blinds in Knightening Armor
About more Facts of Life than Tudy or Blair Warner
Chi Town, where you at? We got your back
D.C., where you at? We got your back

My crew come strapped like MC Eiht with nickel plates
Gettin' mad, Dead Presidents ask Lorenzo Tate
Ahh, 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 need to act like he's shittin'
Man, you're funnier than Ed Griffith

It's Red's kitchen
My infrared's missin', damn, I'm slippin'
I'm out of ammo, yo Crossbreed, stick the clip in