feat. Redman
  
  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.