Pick It Up Lyrics
| Song | Pick It Up |
| Artist | Redman |
| Album | Muddy Waters |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Pick it up, pick it up (4x) | |
| If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker | |
| What the fuck you gon do | |
| Pick it up, pick it up (3x) | |
| Verse one: | |
| While i crack a cold beck's and keep the hoes in check | |
| The double-s vest nigga 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 | |
| Niggaz be like "ahh he changed his style up" | |
| Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah | |
| It's nine-six so get with it | |
| Peep that back-in-the-day shit when that other squad was hit-tin | |
| Listen, must we forget, i originated | |
| All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit | |
| That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit | |
| Brick city!! is where i get down kid | |
| Peace to all my buddah smokers on prince | |
| Fuck what ya heard, brick city runs shit | |
| Ppp got the glocks and tecs | |
| And def squad always got some fly shit on deck | |
| Say what? got some fly shit on deck | |
| Say what? got some fly shit on deck | |
| Ppp got the glocks and tecs | |
| And def squad always got some fly shit on deck | |
| Verse two: | |
| 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 skills that might send wind chill factors | |
| Back through patterson, j.c. and hacken-sack | |
| Step uncorrect and get blackened | |
| The assassin, 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 | |
| You remind me of school on a sunday | |
| No class, 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 everysince the doctor said push | |
| Def squad skills make it hard to overlook me | |
| That's why them hardcore promoters still book me | |
| You shook g... word up... hah hah... | |
| If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker | |
| What the fuck you gon do | |
| Pick it up, pick it up | |
| If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground | |
| What the fuck you gon do | |
| Pick her up, pick her up | |
| I keep it fly y'all | |
| Fly fly y'all (5x) | |
| Verse three: | |
| 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.... hah, ha-hah | |
| Where was i? oh yes | |
| Sippin on cristal with fingers up your bitch dress | |
| Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc | |
| Another nigga 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, fuck the government | |
| Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic | |
| How i stay mo' big than mcdonald arches | |
| And uptown got the la-la spots | |
| And bad ass hoes with 54-11 reeboks | |
| But still, i walk around with the grill | |
| Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop shit for real | |
| I ain't havin that, i'm clappin shit | |
| Fuck this rappin shit, 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 | |
| *static from radio surfing* | |
| Thanks bill | |
| This week on nin, niggers in newark | |
| We're gonna take you through some glorious weed spots | |
| That my camera crew and i had a chance to visit | |
| During our stay in da bricks | |
| Although we suffered minor setback this week | |
| When our tv satellite van was stolen | |
| We managed to get around best way possible | |
| We had chances to see spots like | |
| Hawthorne ave, hayes homes, south orange ave | |
| Avon ave, 19th ave, chancellor and bergen | |
| 19th and one-duke; hey if you look closely right now | |
| There's someone about to go for their drugs | |
| Or as they would say, stash | |
| Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs? | |
| [redman] | |
| Aiyyo man get the fuck out! *blam blam blam* | |
| This here, is the telephone line | |
| Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of newark | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, what i will try to do | |
| Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress | |
| Shhh... |
| Pick it up, pick it up 4x | |
| If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker | |
| What the fuck you gon do | |
| Pick it up, pick it up 3x | |
| Verse one: | |
| While i crack a cold beck' s and keep the hoes in check | |
| The doubles vest nigga 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 | |
| Niggaz be like " ahh he changed his style up" | |
| Shut the fuck up, ya still a dickridah | |
| It' s ninesix so get with it | |
| Peep that backintheday shit when that other squad was hittin | |
| Listen, must we forget, i originated | |
| All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit | |
| That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit | |
| Brick city!! is where i get down kid | |
| Peace to all my buddah smokers on prince | |
| Fuck what ya heard, brick city runs shit | |
| Ppp got the glocks and tecs | |
| And def squad always got some fly shit on deck | |
| Say what? got some fly shit on deck | |
| Say what? got some fly shit on deck | |
| Ppp got the glocks and tecs | |
| And def squad always got some fly shit on deck | |
| Verse two: | |
| 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 skills that might send wind chill factors | |
| Back through patterson, j. c. and hackensack | |
| Step uncorrect and get blackened | |
| The assassin, 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 | |
| You remind me of school on a sunday | |
| No class, 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 everysince the doctor said push | |
| Def squad skills make it hard to overlook me | |
| That' s why them hardcore promoters still book me | |
| You shook g... word up... hah hah... | |
| If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker | |
| What the fuck you gon do | |
| Pick it up, pick it up | |
| If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground | |
| What the fuck you gon do | |
| Pick her up, pick her up | |
| I keep it fly y' all | |
| Fly fly y' all 5x | |
| Verse three: | |
| 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 | |
| Ohsevenoneohthree, rest them car thieves | |
| Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts | |
| Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch | |
| At courts, funkdoc | |
| Spot, feel the solo type remedy | |
| Then freeze.... hah, hahah | |
| Where was i? oh yes | |
| Sippin on cristal with fingers up your bitch dress | |
| Don' t play close cause jealousy make folks act loc | |
| Another nigga 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, fuck the government | |
| Drop shit, it' s a microscopic topic | |
| How i stay mo' big than mcdonald arches | |
| And uptown got the lala spots | |
| And bad ass hoes with 5411 reeboks | |
| But still, i walk around with the grill | |
| Cause niggaz be blinded by this hiphop shit for real | |
| I ain' t havin that, i' m clappin shit | |
| Fuck this rappin shit, 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 | |
| static from radio surfing | |
| Thanks bill | |
| This week on nin, niggers in newark | |
| We' re gonna take you through some glorious weed spots | |
| That my camera crew and i had a chance to visit | |
| During our stay in da bricks | |
| Although we suffered minor setback this week | |
| When our tv satellite van was stolen | |
| We managed to get around best way possible | |
| We had chances to see spots like | |
| Hawthorne ave, hayes homes, south orange ave | |
| Avon ave, 19th ave, chancellor and bergen | |
| 19th and oneduke hey if you look closely right now | |
| There' s someone about to go for their drugs | |
| Or as they would say, stash | |
| Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs? | |
| redman | |
| Aiyyo man get the fuck out! blam blam blam | |
| This here, is the telephone line | |
| Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of newark | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, what i will try to do | |
| Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress | |
| Shhh... |
| Pick it up, pick it up 4x | |
| If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker | |
| What the fuck you gon do | |
| Pick it up, pick it up 3x | |
| Verse one: | |
| While i crack a cold beck' s and keep the hoes in check | |
| The doubles vest nigga 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 | |
| Niggaz be like " ahh he changed his style up" | |
| Shut the fuck up, ya still a dickridah | |
| It' s ninesix so get with it | |
| Peep that backintheday shit when that other squad was hittin | |
| Listen, must we forget, i originated | |
| All that wild shit, that rrraahh rrraaoowww shit | |
| That jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit | |
| Brick city!! is where i get down kid | |
| Peace to all my buddah smokers on prince | |
| Fuck what ya heard, brick city runs shit | |
| Ppp got the glocks and tecs | |
| And def squad always got some fly shit on deck | |
| Say what? got some fly shit on deck | |
| Say what? got some fly shit on deck | |
| Ppp got the glocks and tecs | |
| And def squad always got some fly shit on deck | |
| Verse two: | |
| 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 skills that might send wind chill factors | |
| Back through patterson, j. c. and hackensack | |
| Step uncorrect and get blackened | |
| The assassin, 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 | |
| You remind me of school on a sunday | |
| No class, 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 everysince the doctor said push | |
| Def squad skills make it hard to overlook me | |
| That' s why them hardcore promoters still book me | |
| You shook g... word up... hah hah... | |
| If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker | |
| What the fuck you gon do | |
| Pick it up, pick it up | |
| If you see a bitch passed on out the fuckin ground | |
| What the fuck you gon do | |
| Pick her up, pick her up | |
| I keep it fly y' all | |
| Fly fly y' all 5x | |
| Verse three: | |
| 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 | |
| Ohsevenoneohthree, rest them car thieves | |
| Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts | |
| Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch | |
| At courts, funkdoc | |
| Spot, feel the solo type remedy | |
| Then freeze.... hah, hahah | |
| Where was i? oh yes | |
| Sippin on cristal with fingers up your bitch dress | |
| Don' t play close cause jealousy make folks act loc | |
| Another nigga 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, fuck the government | |
| Drop shit, it' s a microscopic topic | |
| How i stay mo' big than mcdonald arches | |
| And uptown got the lala spots | |
| And bad ass hoes with 5411 reeboks | |
| But still, i walk around with the grill | |
| Cause niggaz be blinded by this hiphop shit for real | |
| I ain' t havin that, i' m clappin shit | |
| Fuck this rappin shit, 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 | |
| static from radio surfing | |
| Thanks bill | |
| This week on nin, niggers in newark | |
| We' re gonna take you through some glorious weed spots | |
| That my camera crew and i had a chance to visit | |
| During our stay in da bricks | |
| Although we suffered minor setback this week | |
| When our tv satellite van was stolen | |
| We managed to get around best way possible | |
| We had chances to see spots like | |
| Hawthorne ave, hayes homes, south orange ave | |
| Avon ave, 19th ave, chancellor and bergen | |
| 19th and oneduke hey if you look closely right now | |
| There' s someone about to go for their drugs | |
| Or as they would say, stash | |
| Hey, hey buddy, you about to sell some drugs? | |
| redman | |
| Aiyyo man get the fuck out! blam blam blam | |
| This here, is the telephone line | |
| Of one of the many top notch weed sellers out of newark | |
| Ladies and gentlemen, what i will try to do | |
| Is tap into the line, and hear an actual drug deal in progress | |
| Shhh... |
Similar Songs
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)