Erick Sermon - Pick It Up lyrics

[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 motherf**er What the f** 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 Beck's and keep the hoes in check The double-S vest n***a 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 n***as be like "Ahh he changed his style up" Shut the f** up, ya still a dick-ridah It's nine-six so get wit' it Peep that back-in-the-day sh** when that other Squad was Hit-tin Listen, must we forget, I originated All that wild sh**, that rrraahh rrraaoowww sh** That jump up and ready to f** sh** up now sh** Brick City!! Is where I get down kid Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince f** what ya heard, Brick City runs sh** [Hook] (Get on down) P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly sh** on deck (Get on down) Say what? Got some fly sh** on deck (Get on down) Say WHAT? Got some fly sh** on deck P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly sh** on deck (Get down) [Verse 2: 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 sk**s that might send wind chill factors Back through Patterson, J.C And Hacken-sack Step uncorrect and get blackened The a**a**in, 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 (Get on down) You remind me of school on a Sunday No cla**, 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 ever since the doctor said PUSH Def Squad sk**s make it hard to overlook me That's 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 motherf**er What the f** you gon do Pick it up, pick it up (Get on down) If you see a b**h pa**ed out on the f**in' ground What the f** you gon do Pick her up, pick her up (Get on down) I keep it fly y'all Fly fly y'all (5X) (Get on down) [Verse 3: 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.... (Get on down) hah, ha-hah Where was I? Oh yes Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your b**h dress Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc Another n***a 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, f** the government Drop sh**, it's a microscopic topic How I stay mo' bent than McDonald arches And uptown got the la-la spots And bad a** hoes with 54-11 Reeboks But still, I walk around with the grill Cause n***as be blinded by this hip-hop sh** for real I ain't havin that, I'm clappin sh** f** this rappin sh**, 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 (Get on down)