Erick Sermon - Down Wit Us lyrics

Artist: Redman Album: How to Be a Player soundtrack Song: Down Wit Us * * a '97 update of Boogie Down Production's "I'm Still #1" Ha ha, yo, yo My man Keith Murray, is down wit us My n***a Erick Sermon, is down wit us My man Lil' Jamal, is down wit us My Def Squad click, is down wit us The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit us yo My L.O.D. click, is down wit us We're number one! Ha ha ha, ha ha, yo yo, yo well yo It's the Red Moolie, yellin for the villain in the movie I'm like Kentucky, I pack a biscuit and a two-piece Ya nod thorough, blows like the tri-borough I die thorough with a metal on my chest sayin Def Check out the rhythm that I cook up You too scared to look up, you're merkin I Set it Off like La in that big-a** Suburban *errrr* Bumrush your villa then I'm closin all the curtains, LIGHTS OUT Who's next to get stomped? I smash hardcore from Jerz To the South South Bronx, the bizarre rap non-superstar Of course, my Actions Affirmative like Nas Escobar Flip a quarter, heads or tails you're gettin slaughtered I blow the S-L boy out of order My mental disorder is pure water I hit your wifey doggystyle in the Land While the CD program's on 'Whatever Man' My peoples up in Jersey, is down wit us, uhh My peoples locked down, down wit us, uhh My peoples in New York, is down wit us The housing projects, is down wit us My people who be hustlin is down wit us Cause makin funky music is a must I'm number one! Ha haa! Check it check check check here we go huh huh Aiyyo, throw yo' hands up in the motherf**in air And wave em, until y'all cash flows hit the pavement f** the B-X, I roll on fours like G-S Signed truly yours, Funk Doctor Spock, P.S Rumble in the Jungle, I bumped into Fugees On the humble, on the one-deuce, my bundles Be raw diggy, surprise you like you saw titties On that, milk chick, watch me damage your acoustics The Muddy Waters be blowin your tape recorders Pull out the four n***as steppin like they on a Nord(ic) Track, cool out black got no time for scratch You wanna battle, here's a lyric with a bomb attached *pssst* These your peoples, you better call em back before I beat through His windpipe, with the cordless mic and the cerebral HAHH, look up in the motharf**in sky, it's a Widow, pushin a fifteen zero zero With tinted windows, so it's hard to look through Chickenhead shotgun, pumpin Erykah Badu Don't snooze, you'll be like damn is it the shoes? The way I maneuv I could slip a uz in school I been a raw dog since I brought me an eighth And Can't Nobody Hold Me Down like I'm Puffy and Mase Ha hah, ha ha ha! Ha ha, aiyyo, aiyyo Fox Boogie Brown, is down wit us My n***a Meth-Tical, is down wit us Yo, Thuggish Ruggish Flesh, is down wit us, yo Yo, my homie Richie Rich, is down wit us, yo That n***a LL Cool, is down wit us, yo My dog Warren G, is down wit us We're number one! Ha hah, ha hah, ya-ha-ha, yo yo Trigger the Gambler, down wit us, yo My peeps West coast, is down wit us, yo My peeps who pack toast, is down wit us yo Atlanta, G-A, is down wit us yo My peeps in Virginia, is down wit us yo North Carolina, is down wit us yo My peeps in D.C., is down wit us yo My peeps in...