[Hook]

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

If you find a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker

What the fuck you gon' do?

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

[Verse 1: Redman]

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

Niggas be like "Ahh he changed his style up"

Shut the fuck up, ya still a dick-ridah

It's '96 so get wit' it

Keep 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

[Hook]

P.P.P. 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

P.P.P. got the Glocks and tecs

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

I keep it fly y'all

Fly fly y'all (5X)

[Verse 2: Redman]

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 ever since the doctor said PUSH

Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me

That's why the hardcore promoters still book me

You shook G... word up... hah hah...

[Hook]

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 out on 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 3: Redman]

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....