Pick It Up (Skit)

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, yo

While I crack a cold Becks and keeps the hoes in check

The double S vest **** rep the discotheque

Sit back, relaxin' while my squad kick tasks

You tap your man back and be like (Did you see that?)

Ah, yes, coming from the North, South, East, West

Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess

We blessed, three mics, three times a day, three times a night

It all equals subliminal sequels

Strictly laughin' at MC's

Lyrics for years that run more than ten deep

**** be like, ah, he changed his style up

Shut the fuck up, you're still a dick rider

It's '96 so get with it

Keep that back in the day shit when that other squad was hittin'

Listen, must we forget, I originated on that wild shit

That rawr-rawr  shit, that jump up and ready to fuck shit up now shit

Rick City is where I get down, kid

Peace to all my Buddha smokers on Prince

Fuck what ya heard, Brick City run shit

PPP got the Glocks and Teks

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 Teks

And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

First of all, MC be on my ball, straight up

Pubic hairs, everything, lick the whole plate up

Bay Area roll up ya Las Vegas

To all MC's, I love it that you're haters

Drop skills that might send wind chill factors

Back through Patterson, JC and Hackensack

Step un-correct and get clacking

The assassin, finding MC's by their Jasmine

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 whack, if it came out my mouth, then I spit it

You remind me of school on a Sunday, no class

Beating all kings down, doing seventy in a Hyundai, blast

Give 'em a good reason to open Alcatraz

Back, nobody got the Red shook

Been a weirdo every since 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

If you find 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 ground

What the fuck you gon' do?

Pick her up, pick her up

Keep it fly, y'all, pick it up, pick it up

Keep it fly, y'all, pick it up, pick it up

Keep it fly, y'all, pick it up, pick it up

Fly y'all, pick it up, pick it up

Hey, yo, don't ride the dick of these real MC's

We pull joints like Spike and cruise to the breeze

Then we find G with a half a pound and  dope MC's

We bad for cheese just to get weed

Smoke Indones', I'm milky like Magnes'

07103, rusty  car thieves

Guzzling quart for sports of all sorts

Nonchalant spark Buddha on the front porch at courts

F U N K D O C, S P O T, feel a solo type remedy

Then freeze, ha

Ha-ha, where was I?

Oh, yes, sippin on Crystal with fingers up your bitch dress

Don't play close 'cause jealousy makes folks act loc

Another **** smoke from impression

Second guessing my verbal weapon, you're letting

Spit , 16 bits, come equipped

And I still walk around with a hooked up, Motorola flip

On my hip, fuck the government

Drop shit, it's a microscopic topic

How I stay more bent than McDonald's arches

And uptown got the la-la spots

And badass hoes with 5411 Reeboks

But still I walk around with the grill

'Cause **** 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 Remy

It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot

Fillin' up your brain with supreme octane