Pick It Up Lyrics by Redman

Pick It Up Lyrics

    Pick it up, pick it up (4X)
    If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker
    What the fuck you gon do
    Pick it up, pick it up (3X)

    [Redman]
    While I crack a cold Beck's 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 MC's
    Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep
    Niggaz be like "Ahh he changed his style up"
    Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah
    It's nine-six so get with it
    Peep 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

    PPP got the glocks and tecs
    And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck
    Say what? Got some fly shit on deck
    Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck
    PPP got the glocks and tecs
    And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

    [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 skills that might send wind chill factors
    Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack
    Step uncorrect and get blackened
    The assassin, 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
    You remind me of school on a Sunday
    No class, 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 everysince the doctor said PUSH
    Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me
    That's why them hardcore promoters still book me
    You shook G... word up... hah hah...

    If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker
    What the fuck you gon do
    Pick it up, pick it up
    If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground
    What the fuck you gon do
    Pick her up, pick her up
    I keep it fly y'all
    Fly fly y'all (5X)

    [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.... hah, ha-hah
    Where was I? Oh yes
    Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your bitch dress
    Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc
    Another nigga 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, fuck the government
    Drop shit, it's 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 niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real
    I ain't havin that, I'm clappin shit
    Fuck this rappin shit, 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
    *static from radio surfing*

    [white reporter]
    Thanks Bill
    This week on NIN, Niggers In Newark
    We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots
    that my camera crew and I had a chance to visit
    during our stay in Da Bricks
    Although we suffered minor setback this week
    when our TV satellite van was stolen
    We managed to get around best way possible
    We had chances to see spots like
    Hawthorne Ave, Hayes Homes, South Orange Ave
    Avon Ave, 19th Ave, Chancellor and Bergen
    19th and One-Duke; hey if you look closely right now
    there's someone about to go for their drugs
    or as they would say, stash
    Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs?

    [Redman]
    Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam*

    This here, is the telephone line
    of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of Newark
    Ladies and gentlemen, what I will try to do
    is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress
    Shhh...

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