Featuring Hurricane G
* All krs samples are from "Sound Of Da Police" off _Return of the Boom Bap_

Intro: Dr. Trevis Hurricane G Redman

Hahahahahahaaaaa
[Krs] Watch out!
Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside
[Krs] Watch out!
From Hell and beyond the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed
[Krs] Watch out!
A new ever! If you don't know your bitch ass better
[Krs] Watch out!
Axe somebody! Shoot em up!

[Glo] The Hurricane G is live and in color
[Red] The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color
[Krs] Watch out!
[Glo] We run you mother***ers!
[Krs] Watch out!
[Red] We run you mother***ers!
[R+G] Puffin mad spliffs, so *** a bitch
And a nigga, cause niggaz, and bitches ain't ***!
Is in the mother***in house
Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis
[Krs] Watch out!
With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass
[Krs] Watch out!
Yeahhh!

Verse One: Hurricane G, Redman
The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk
(Hoo-hah!! Wild like Shaolin monks)
You wuss, you can't push push in the bush
Representin, comin out of Brooklyn, Flatbush

Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond
Where the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled Cheech and Chong
The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and
Bandanna, then I rock jams like Santana
I move mc's like niggaz move keys uptown

Red and Hurricane G, so how you like us now?!!?!
Chorus: repeat 4X

[Krs] Watch out! We run New York
Yeah

Verse Two: Hurricane G

(Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
So I holds back what you took!
I take my funk and my religion serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious
(hahahahaa) cause I'm furious!
How dare you mother***ers, forget about the ultimate
Funk, bitttttch nigga!
Mother***er, *** you and your crew!
I got your wicked witch with a switch
So what nigga, is it you wanna do?
For the real trick deez who can dig it
In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches
Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the back
The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack buddha
On the rhyme since eighty-nine
Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes
It's all in your mind, but what's yours is mine
Now! It ain't a nigga who could hang
Or pop yang, about a mother***in th-a-a-a-ang
And uh, *** any bitch who can't hang
I'm representin bitches universal!
It go, one for the biz, on the bizness
Which y'all blesses with God's blessings, do you see?
Hurricane and Redman original steel
Latin Queens in the house!!
So nigga swing it over here on these big fat tits!!
(Titties, hahahahahaa)

Verse Three: Redman

I'm walkin through the sewer with manure on my socks
The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block
So you talkin that baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now?
Your style, I freaked it when I was a child
Verbally I crush, brains erupt
Blow your focus, like you sniffin angel dust
Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a c***-sucker
Every verse every word I preach
Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see
And cause ruckus, like them L. O. D. Mother***ers
Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat!
I light a blunt for niggaz up in Sing-Sing
I do it to death, style is funk that's fresh
Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contest
And I'm hotter, than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas
I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and I'm as
Eager, as nigga wantin my *** to dub
Cause my *** be bangin like the Crips and Bloods
Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots
I Skywalk the planet like my code name was Luke
From the darkside, I'm from the darkside Pah
I'm Above the Law like Steven Segall
Mother***er!!

Outro: Dr. Trevis

[Krs] Watch out!
Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside
Come travel
[Krs] Watch out!
On our metaphoric futuristic type ***
As we blow your brains like spliffs
[Krs] Watch out!
For the nine-fo' you stank... Bitch
Dr. Trevis is outta here
[Krs] Watch out!
Yeahh
[Krs] Watch out