Welcome Interlude Lyrics by Redman

Welcome Interlude Lyrics

    (DJ SAYWHAT??)
    Our phone are open for all you high motherfuckers
    At 1-800-DIKINYABOOTY
    [Redman] Welcome
    That's 1-800-dick-in-ya-boo-tay!!
    [Redman] Welcome

    *ringing phone is answered*
    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

    Hi this K-Spark from the Al Parks, 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 troll, funkier than Haitian underarms
    Represent Jersey, the land of firearms
    Hotwired cars, emptying cigars
    Afros, mofo's, on knees with momo's
    It's nasty as I come my shit 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 niggaz 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 Tudy 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 Lorenzo Tate
    Ahh, 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 need to... act like he's shittin
    Man you're funnier than Ed Griffith, it's Red's kitchen
    My infrared's missin, damn I'm slippin
    I'm out of ammo, yo Crossbreed, stick the clip in

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