Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome (Interlude), artist - Redman. Album song Muddy Waters, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, RAL
Song language: English
Welcome (Interlude) |
Our phone are open for all you high motherfuckers |
At 1−800-DIKINYABOOTY |
Welcome |
That’s 1−800-dick-in-ya-boo-tay! |
Welcome |
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 onionhead motherfuckers |
Yo this PaceWon from the Outsidaz, dammmn! |
Welcome to another nineteen ninety-six Funk Doctor Spock tape |
As we take y’all minds on another journey, through the darkside |
We uplift you! |
Def Squad force comin through with the ruckus |
Jammin for all knotty-headed peasy motherfuckers, ahh |
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 traum', funkier than Haitian underarms |
Represent Jersey, the land of firearms |
Hotwired cars, emptying cigars |
Afros, fo' fo’s, Omni’s with momo’s |
As nasty as I come I should 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 niggas all in my mix |
On some rah rah shit, get my rah rah dick! |
Nuts alert, first sound de alarm on de expert |
My network, operate sharper than a Gilette works |
Off the corner style Blinds in Knightening Armor |
About more Facts of Life than Tootie 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 Larenz Tate |
I’m, 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 he didn’t, act like he’s shittin |
Man you’re funnier than Ed Griffin, it’s Red’s kitchen |
My infrared’s missin, damn I’m slippin |
I’m out of ammo, yo Crossbreed, stick the clip in |