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Welcome (Interlude)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Welcome (Interlude) was released on January 1, 1996 by RAL (Rush Associated Label) as a part of the album Muddy Waters
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1996
LabelRAL (Rush Associated Label)
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Redman
Redman
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Songwriter
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Producer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Our phone lines are open for all you high motherfuckers
At 1-800 dick in your booty
That's 1-800 dick in your booty
[Verse 2]
Ayo, this Mad Duke callin' from the Bricks
I'm on the block with Uncle Quilly and Leroy Sweetdick
Gettin' my smoke on for you onion head motherfuckers
Yo, this PaceWon from the Outsiders, damn
[Verse 3]
Welcome to another 1996 Funk Doctor Spock tape
As we take y'all minds on another journey through the dark side
We uplift you
Def Squad force comin' through with the ruckus
Jammin' for all knotty-headed peasy motherfuckers, ah
And for funky bitches, we got a funky thing for you
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
Bomb traum-, funkier than Haitian underarms
Represent Jersey, the land of firearms
Hot wired cars, emptyin' cigars
Afros, fo-fo's, Omni's with momos
As nasty as I come I should be douche
I used to be the chief instructor for Bruce
Choose your weapon, a fatality
Line your crew up now, babality
[Verse 6]
In 1996, bitch-ass **** all in my mix
On some rah, rah shit, get my rah, rah dick
Nuts alerts, first sound de alarm on de expert
My network, operate sharper than a Gillette works
Off the corner style blinds a knight in armor
About more Facts of Life than Tootie or Blair Warner
Chi-town, where you at? (We got your back)
D.C., where you at? (We got your back)
[Verse 7]
My crew come strapped like MC Eight with nickel plates
Gettin' mad Dead Presidents, ask Larenz Tate, ah
I'm gettin' loot,  rollin' craps in the yard
Can't be scarred by media (So fuck the media)
Most MCs are terrible, unbearable
Couldn't get stupid if you were sliced cerebral
(Oh, no, he didn't) Act like he shittin'
Man, you're funnier than Ed Griffin, it's  Red's kitchen
My infrared's missin', damn, I'm slippin'
I'm outta ammo, yo, Crossbreed, stick the clip in
Written by: Erick Sermon, Reggie Noble
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