[Intro: Redman & DJ Scoob Doo]
Let's take Down South for a ride right quick, n***a
Let's go down, nine five real quick
Let's take 'em all the way to ATL, North Carolina
Ayy, yeah, whoa (South Carolina, Texas, Tennesse)
Yeah, whoa (Gilla House n***as) (Mississippi)
Yeah, whoa (Turn the beat up a little bit, air this motherfucker out)
Yeah (All the way to Miami, n***a)
Let's go

[Verse 1: Redman & DJ Scoob Doo]
Yo, yo, I can ride in a [?], still mack a bitch, yo
Uncle of the hood, everybody play my kin folk
Fifty grand, insult, homie, my ends low
Box you in like [?], Gilla House (ten, four)
Sixteen so fire, my breath blow brimstone
Got a gang of birds, but they ran by Jim Jones
They hood bitches, that love way a brother flow
When my mama water broke, she needed a water boat (Let's go)
'Cause I'm a killer whale, sour from Isabelle
My ma just hit it once, she almost shit herself
'Cause I'm the bomb, baby, chronic dot com
Have more brass than ya lawn, way before I got signed, baby
'Cause I'm a true smoker, fuck you, school's over
Veterans respect me, youngins, move over
'Cause it's the D.O., keep my—
[Outro: Redman & DJ Scoob Doo]
Yo, turn that shit off (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
Gooooooddamn (We gotta go down some more)
Let's take it to New Orleans
Can I get something else, man?
Gooooddamn (Let's take it to the father of four)
Th—