[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 motherfucker
~#**************#~
What the fuck 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 Becks and keep the hoes in check
~#**************#~
The double-S vest nigga 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 MCs
~#**************#~
Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep
~#**************#~
Niggas be like “Ahh he changed his style up”
~#**************#~
Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah
~#**************#~
Its 96 so get wit it
~#**************#~
Keep that back-in-the-day shit when that other Squad was Hit-tin
~#**************#~
Listen, must we forget, I originated
~#**************#~
All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit
~#**************#~
That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit
~#**************#~
Brick City!! Is where I get down kid
~#**************#~
Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince
~#**************#~
Fuck what ya heard, Brick City runs shit
~#**************#~
[Hook]
~#**************#~
(Get on down)
~#**************#~
P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs
~#**************#~
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
~#**************#~
(Get on down)
~#**************#~
Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
~#**************#~
(Get on down)
~#**************#~
Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck
~#**************#~
P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs
~#**************#~
And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
~#**************#~
(Get down)
~#**************#~
[Verse 2: Redman]
~#**************#~
First of all, MCs be on my balls, straight up
~#**************#~
Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up
~#**************#~
Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas
~#**************#~
To all MCs, I love it that you hate us
~#**************#~
Drop skills that might send wind chill factors
~#**************#~
Back through Patterson, J.C
~#**************#~
And Hacken-sack
~#**************#~
Step uncorrect and get blackened
~#**************#~
The assassin, find da MCs by the jazz men
~#**************#~
I dont tote guns I tote funds
~#**************#~
While you still puzzled how my antidote runs
~#**************#~
Your whole vocabularys 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 class, beatin all Kings 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 skills make it hard to overlook me
~#**************#~
Thats 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 motherfucker
~#**************#~
What the fuck you gon do
~#**************#~
Pick it up, pick it up
~#**************#~
(Get on down)
~#**************#~
If you see a bitch passed out on the fuckin ground
~#**************#~
What the fuck you gon do
~#**************#~
Pick her up, pick her up
~#**************#~
(Get on down)
~#**************#~
I keep it fly yall
~#**************#~
Fly fly yall (5X)
~#**************#~
(Get on down)
~#**************#~
[Verse 3: Redman]
~#**************#~
Aiyyo, dont ride the dick of these real MCs
~#**************#~
We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees
~#**************#~
Then we buy Gs with a half a pound of dope MCs
~#**************#~
We bag for cheese just to get weed
~#**************#~
Smoke indoneez Im 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 bitch dress
~#**************#~
Dont play close cause jealousy make folks act loc
~#**************#~
Another nigga smoked from impression
~#**************#~
Second guessin my verbal weapon, youre lettin
~#**************#~
Spit, sixteen bits, come equipped
~#**************#~
And I still walk around with the hooked up
~#**************#~
Motorola flip on my hip, fuck the government
~#**************#~
Drop shit, its a microscopic topic
~#**************#~
How I stay mo bent than McDonald arches
~#**************#~
And uptown got the la-la spots
~#**************#~
And bad ass hoes with 54-11 Reeboks
~#**************#~
But still, I walk around with the grill
~#**************#~
Cause niggas be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
~#**************#~
I aint havin that, Im clappin shit
~#**************#~
Fuck this rappin shit, I cause accidents
~#**************#~
To any, MC who wonder what got in me
~#**************#~
To get busy, its simply Ginger and Remi
~#**************#~
It dont stop, Def Squad crew is hot
~#**************#~
Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and its on
~#**************#~
(Get on down)
