Intro:Ha ha ha ha. This is Doctor Trevis  giving a phone call to y'all
 funky fuckers

 Erick Sermon:
 Y'alll guess what the fuck is going on now
 Me and Reggie Noble  making funk tunes around the global
 Cause times keeps on slippin'  and I get the funk from the kitchen
 Then commits to ass whippin'  there is no time for me to bust it
 So I'm a chill and let Red get into a fly poetic justice

 Redman:
 Yo, it's all in the mind and I'm high and I kick it for the do or die
 On 2 or 1 area code leavin' shit blown
 Funkadelic is the one to bring the preacher out the teacher
 When I feak 'em, oooh, yes y'all I got the mad method can you catch it?
 And if your ear is not tuned in then ajust it

 Erick Sermon:
 Breaker 1-9, breaker 1-9 representin' today
 Hey, Erick Sermons on the way
 Dre gave me a ride so I Gangsta Lean while DRS will put the smoke in my
 chest
 And if you understand me then escape and kick it
 While the E-Double gets wicked wiht your brain twisted
 It's going down, it's going way down
 Go get the 4 pound and boogie down

 Redman:
 Boogie woogie to boogie to band boogie to that
 My rap get mad dap on ass cracks and F it be on my ass cap
 Cause my funk rolls thicker than Bisquick
 If it's mixed with that same funky sticky shit I roll my splifs with
 I shot the sheriff on the terris
 And I kick the funk like these to have more off days than Ferris
 Just wrote these raps up in the studio
 Brothers can't tell and sisters can't hear me no (hear me hoe)

 Hook:
 E got the funk, Red got the funk, Red got the funk, E got the funk (x2)

 Erick Sermon:
 Someones knockin' at my door, yo Johnny Gill, I need the whole floor
 So I can get busy remember? And if you don't call Michael Jackson
 And don' be afraid to ask him, Erick Sermon got mad tunes
 No matter what they say, I got more props than Richard Bay
 The mind bogglin' with the hardcore followin'
 So what's up, cause I don't give a fuck

 Redman:
 Whoa, I make you sing with Tony Braxton
 I tear the shreads out of jams like stadiums when they packed in
 Back up boy you messin' with the rude bwoy yes I told ya
 I rock leather jacks with Tims, sweatpants one leg rolled up
 Hold up! This is a stick up, I spark the izm with ? like a bizcut
 1 and 2 skirts get lift up, E got the funk and Red got the funk
 Pop the trunk, I get blocks of funk to make victims say "That's the one!"
 Of coarse I'm funky like fat people having intercorse
 Basically the funk is stuck in your teeth so get the dental floss
 Oh oh, freak out, 20 I know
 But let me knock your teeth out
 When I was young I turned my tree house into a weed house
 And I'm deeper than Nostradomis, when I'm in chronic
 And I leave your kitty cats meowin' home made bondage (meow)
 Beeotch, trick, trick, beeotch

 Outro:
 Ha ha ha. This is Dr. Trevis comin' to y'all motherfuckers with some more
 raw shit. Def Squad represntitives. Def Squad forever, signin' off