Welcome (interlude) Lyrics - Redman

(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 

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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) 

Photos 

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