Intro:ha ha ha ha. this is doctor trevis, giving a phone call to y’all Funky fuckers
Erick sermon: Y’alll guess what the fuck is going on now Me and reggie noble, making funk tunes around the global Cause times keeps on slippin’, and I get the funk from the kitchen Then commits to ass whippin’, there is no time for me to bust it So I’m a chill and let red get into a fly poetic justice
Redman: Yo, it’s all in the mind and I’m high and I kick it for the do or die On 2 or 1 area code leavin’ shit blown Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher When I feak ’em, oooh, yes y’all I got the mad method can you catch it? And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it
Erick sermon: Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin’ today Hey, erick sermons on the way Dre gave me a ride so I gangsta lean while drs will put the smoke in my Chest And if you understand me then escape and kick it While the e-double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted It’s going down, it’s going way down Go get the 4 pound and boogie down
Redman: Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and f it be on my ass cap Cause my funk rolls thicker than bisquick If it’s mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with I shot the sheriff on the terris And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than ferris Just wrote these raps up in the studio Brothers can’t tell and sisters can’t hear me no (hear me hoe)
Hook: E got the funk, red got the funk, red got the funk, e got the funk (x2)
Erick sermon: Someones knockin’ at my door, yo johnny gill, I need the whole floor So I can get busy remember? and if you don’t call michael jackson And don’ be afraid to ask him, erick sermon got mad tunes No matter what they say, I got more props than richard bay The mind bogglin’ with the hardcore followin’ So what’s up, cause I don’t give a fuck
Redman: Whoa, I make you sing with tony braxton I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in Back up boy you messin’ with the rude bwoy yes I told ya I rock leather jacks with tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up Hold up! this is a stick up, I spark the izm with ? like a bizcut 1 and 2 skirts get lift up, e got the funk and red got the funk Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say "that’s the one!" Of coarse I’m funky like fat people having intercorse Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know But let me knock your teeth out When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house And I’m deeper than nostradomis, when I’m in chronic And I leave your kitty cats meowin’ home made bondage (meow) Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch
Outro: Ha ha ha. this is dr. trevis comin’ to y’all motherfuckers with some more Raw shit. def squad represntitives. def squad forever, signin’ off.
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Copy to Clipboard: Intro:ha ha ha ha. this is doctor trevis, giving a phone call to y’all Funky fuckers
Erick sermon: Y’alll guess what the fuck is going on now Me and reggie noble, making funk tunes around the global Cause times keeps on slippin’, and I get the funk from the kitchen Then commits to ass whippin’, there is no time for me to bust it So I’m a chill and let red get into a fly poetic justice
Redman: Yo, it’s all in the mind and I’m high and I kick it for the do or die On 2 or 1 area code leavin’ shit blown Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher When I feak ’em, oooh, yes y’all I got the mad method can you catch it? And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it
Erick sermon: Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin’ today Hey, erick sermons on the way Dre gave me a ride so I gangsta lean while drs will put the smoke in my Chest And if you understand me then escape and kick it While the e-double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted It’s going down, it’s going way down Go get the 4 pound and boogie down
Redman: Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and f it be on my ass cap Cause my funk rolls thicker than bisquick If it’s mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with I shot the sheriff on the terris And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than ferris Just wrote these raps up in the studio Brothers can’t tell and sisters can’t hear me no (hear me hoe)
Hook: E got the funk, red got the funk, red got the funk, e got the funk (x2)
Erick sermon: Someones knockin’ at my door, yo johnny gill, I need the whole floor So I can get busy remember? and if you don’t call michael jackson And don’ be afraid to ask him, erick sermon got mad tunes No matter what they say, I got more props than richard bay The mind bogglin’ with the hardcore followin’ So what’s up, cause I don’t give a fuck
Redman: Whoa, I make you sing with tony braxton I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in Back up boy you messin’ with the rude bwoy yes I told ya I rock leather jacks with tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up Hold up! this is a stick up, I spark the izm with ? like a bizcut 1 and 2 skirts get lift up, e got the funk and red got the funk Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say "that’s the one!" Of coarse I’m funky like fat people having intercorse Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know But let me knock your teeth out When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house And I’m deeper than nostradomis, when I’m in chronic And I leave your kitty cats meowin’ home made bondage (meow) Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch
Outro: Ha ha ha. this is dr. trevis comin’ to y’all motherfuckers with some more Raw shit. def squad represntitives. def squad forever, signin’ off.
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