| Song | Welcome (Interlude) |
| Artist | Redman |
| Album | Muddy Waters |
| 作词 : Noble, Sermon | |
| (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 |
| zuò cí : Noble, Sermon | |
| dj saywhat?? | |
| Our phone are open for all you high motherfuckers | |
| At 1800dikinyabooty | |
| redman welcome | |
| That' s 1800dickinyabootay!! | |
| 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 kspark from the al parks, dammmn! | |
| Welcome to another nineteen ninetysix 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 knottyheaded 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 ninetysix 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 | |
| Chitown 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 |