[Hook]
(Get on down)
Pick it up, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up
(Get on down)
Pick it up, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up
If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherf**er
What the f** you gon' do?
(Get on down)
Pick it up, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up
(Get on down)
Pick it up, pick it up
[Verse 1: Redman]
While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
The double-S vest n***a 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
n***as be like "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the f** up, ya still a dick-ridah
It's nine-six so get wit' it
Peep that back-in-the-day sh** when that other Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, must we forget, I originated
All that wild sh**, that rrraahh rrraaoowww sh**
That jump up and ready to f** sh** up now sh**
Brick City!! Is where I get down kid
Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince
f** what ya heard, Brick City runs sh**
[Hook]
(Get on down)
P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly sh** on deck
(Get on down)
Say what? Got some fly sh** on deck
(Get on down)
Say WHAT? Got some fly sh** on deck
P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly sh** on deck
(Get down)
[Verse 2: Redman]
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 sk**s that might send wind chill factors
Back through Patterson, J.C
And Hacken-sack
Step uncorrect and get blackened
The a**a**in, 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 (Get on down)
You remind me of school on a Sunday
No cla**, 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 ever since the doctor said PUSH
Def Squad sk**s make it hard to overlook me
That's why the hardcore promoters still book me
You shook G... word up... hah hah...
[Hook]
(Get on down)
If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherf**er
What the f** you gon do
Pick it up, pick it up
(Get on down)
If you see a b**h pa**ed out on the f**in' ground
What the f** you gon do
Pick her up, pick her up
(Get on down)
I keep it fly y'all
Fly fly y'all (5X)
(Get on down)
[Verse 3: Redman]
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.... (Get on down) hah, ha-hah
Where was I? Oh yes
Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your b**h dress
Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc
Another n***a 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, f** the government
Drop sh**, it's a microscopic topic
How I stay mo' bent than McDonald arches
And uptown got the la-la spots
And bad a** hoes with 54-11 Reeboks
But still, I walk around with the grill
Cause n***as be blinded by this hip-hop sh** for real
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin sh**
f** this rappin sh**, 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
(Get on down)