Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Watch out

Ge, yeah, as we take a journey to the dark side

Watch out

From hell and beyond the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed

Watch out

A new ever, if you don't know your bitch ass better

Watch out

Axe somebody, shoot 'em up

The Hurricane G is live and in color

Watch out

We run you motherfuckers

The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color

Watch out

We run you motherfuckers

Puffin' mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch

And a nigga, cause niggaz and bitches ain't shit

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Dr. Travis

Watch out

Is in the motherfuckin' house

With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass

Watch out

Yeah

The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk

(Hoo-ha, wild like Shaolin' monks)

Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, Flat bush

You wuss, you can't push push in the bush

Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond

Where the bomb grows on palms and bags labeled 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?

Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah

Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah

Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah

Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah

(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

(Ha, ha, ha, ha)

'Cause I'm furious

How dare you motherfuckers, forget about the ultimate funk,bitch nigga

I got your wicked witch with a switch motherfucker

Fuck you and your crew, so what nigga, is it you wanna do?

In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches

For the real trick deez who can dig it

'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

It's all in your mind but what's yours is mine

Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes

Now it ain't a nigga who could hang

Or pop yang, about a motherfuckin' thang

And uh, fuck 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, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)

The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block

I'm walkin' through the sewer with manure on my socks

Your style, I freaked it when I was a child

So you talkin' that baby talk like, who's talkin' now?

Verbally I crush, brains erupt

Blow your focus, like you sniffin' angel dust

Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a cock sucker

And 'cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherfuckers

Every verse every word I preach

Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see

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 shit to dub

'Cause my shit be bangin' like the Crips and Bloods

Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots

I sky walk the planet like my code name was Luke

From the dark side, I'm from the dark side Pahsky walk

I'm above the law like Steven Segall

Motherfucker

Watch out

Ha, ha, ha, ha, we take you to the dark side

Come travel

Watch out

On our metaphoric futuristic type shit

As we blow your brains like spliffs

Watch out

Dr. Travis is outta here

For the nine-fo' you stank bitch

Watch out

Yeah

Watch out