Redman

[fox69]

"Dis Iz Brick City"
(feat. Ready Roc)

"Dis Iz Brick City"
(feat. Ready Roc)



[WKYA DJ (Girl)]
This is WKYA Radio, you motherfuckers!
We got our next caller on the air!
Bitch, you on the line!
(Yo, this is Big Tracy)
(I don't give a fuck, nigga!)
(Give me some of that shit straight out of The BRICK CITY!)
THE BRICK CITY!

[Ready Roc (Redman)]
For my nigga Guts
We was thinkin' about you on this one, Guts
Hold your head up, baby
We got you on this one!
This is for everybody from the block
Everybody from the crews
You know who you are
No newcomers
(Let 'em know, son!)
(Let 'em know, son!)
This is how we do it, baby!
(Let 'em know!)
Open up on 'em!
Go ahead!

[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo, When I D-I-P, I V-I-P
I'm Doctor, I rush niggas to emergency
Open heart, filled with darts
(99 Agents), know they (Get Smart)
When I throw it in park
Pop the trunk, sellin' CD's $15's for chumps
'Cause I'm like Noah's Ark from the slums
Holla' at cha frog, I'm getting them (Bud)
Like them frogs on the log
I'm balls to the wall
When I do anything, nothing's hard
I make it easy and talk greasy to broads
GILLA! Say my name 5 times in the mirror!
I'm jumpin' out - whoa!
You can hear the
Sounds of the motherfuckin' men
Tryin' to get your chain
Tryin' to get cha chay-e-ain!
Flush this down the drain
I'm the new raw on the streets
You can get 10 years per each song
Catch a contact, what I write from the arm
Now little white kids bring pipes to the prom
I was supposed to quit, be an influence
But, the weed is like (Nike) -- I JUST DO IT!
I'm ET zooted, way out there
You got weed?
Then, roll with the Sonny and Cher
Suffering succotash, I leave you suckers sufferin'
Huffin' and puffin', at last!

[Chorus: Ready Roc]
This is Brick City! [gun shots]
Hear the gunshots, where they hate cops [sirens]
On every block, there's a weed spot
This is Brick City! [gun jams]
Hear the gun jam, if you don't run fam-i-ly with a suntan
This is Brick City! [rapid-fire gunshots]
Hear the gun spit, niggas jump ship
Where we spit, 'cause we run shit
Play pussy wit' us
And get fucked quick
Who got the duchess?

[Verse 2: Redman]
Yo, I keep the ghetto in me
I love the sweet taste of revenge
I'm focused, my soul's been cleansed
Now I know who the enemy, and who to friend
But still, with my eyes closed, they both blend
I'm not a follower, I start the trend
Y'all can follow that dummy
I'mma follow this money
Now I'm at the age, where I need to get paid
If a nickel bag gets sold in the park - heyyyyyyy!
Did I stu-stutter?
I got the guns and butter
My craftwork be movin' the numbers
I keep a (Roscoe) like Kurupt, brother
Hang out my window - BLAOW!
What up, fucker?
Violence sells, but I ain't a violent male
But if you violate, I'll play the violin well
From Bricks to Park Hill
Don't be like Zoolander, waitin' for that Blue Steel
To be shown on your grill

[Chorus: Ready Roc]
This is Brick City! [gun shots]
Hear the gunshots, where they hate cops [sirens]
On every block, there's a weed spot
This is Brick City! [gun jams]
Hear the gun jam, if you don't run fam-i-ly with a suntan
This is Brick City! [rapid-fire gunshots]
Hear the gun spit, niggas jump ship
Where we spit, 'cause we run shit
Play pussy wit' us
And get fucked quick
Who got the duchess?

[Redman]
Yo, right here! Yeah!
The Gilla House niggas in the motherfuckin buildin, mayne!
Goddamn, nigga!
Big Nuts, uptown
512
What it is, mayne?

[WKYA DJ]
WKYA
Gilla House Radio

 

[fox69]

"Do What Ya Feel"
(feat. Method Man)

"Do What Ya Feel"
(feat. Method Man)



[Intro: Redman]
Hahahahahaaa
follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow
I'ma follow...
Just do what ya feel and we gon' follow
Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow
Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow
Haha, Meth-Tical

[Method Man]
Who wanna flip with the acrobatic
From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical
The resevoir is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
We hold court and blow trial
You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
to my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time Time 4 Sum Aksion
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestlin holds
Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
If it don't hip it don't hop
If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life

[Redman]
I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through
that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
Better move with a set of tools
I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters
when I slaughter don't get, caught in the water
Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order
Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her
Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
Did more drugs than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port 'em like Authority
And when my nigga Meth shine
out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time
(Redman and Method Man still... "hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh")
It's that Jersey representer
Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter

[Method] Word...

[Redman] Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow [x3]
Funk Doc break it down

[Redman]
Hah.. yo, suck my dick out of animosity
The velocity will fly that head and freeze yo' camps like pottery
To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying a loaded handgun
But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
to your cranium
That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian
(Yo watch you say to him!)
You caught up in a tight situation
I should start erasin your whole organization for makin
wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent
or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger
Even a crowd to get you souped up - you're still wack
I peel caps, on the regular
Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator
Fuck you, your label moms and yo' editor
Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin
Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
(Tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique
So Iron Lung (one me gun done)
Get on the mic and break em off with sumthin sumthin

[Method Man]
We moonshine and grow crops
Purchasin the handhelds with the sho' shots, it got me spittin
these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin
Next in, line, parental discretion advised
these explicit, street linguistics
Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin
I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid
Color-safe bleach so I don't fade
Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
get yo' bandaids hold that
Like E said, Get the Bozack
Show them wack niggaz where the do's at
On the case like I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch
Flip scripts take LOOONG shits - Raider Ruckus
One, I come with premeditated redrum
Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums
Bottom line either get down or get done
Motherfucker

 

[fox69]

"Doggz II"

"Doggz II"


[Throughout the song in the background]
["Doggz" - George Clinton Sample]

[Redman]
Yo, [Barks] Yeah
Yeah, yo, yo

["Where my dogs at" - DMX sample (throughout Redman talking)]

[Verse 1]
Who them niggas
Who will roll up to your front door hand on the pump (Doggz nigga)
Kick down the door, and pull out the four,
and lay niggas down for your man getting jumped
What kind of nigga
Drunk of that liquor high as hell with they hands in bitches' drawls
What kind of nigga
Fit that description that I'm talking bout hardcore niggas brawl
And I'm a dog with lockjaw
On the double R
My squad can't be knocked off
We Doggz

[Chorus]
[DMX sample (x 8)]

[Redman (over samples)]
Yeah [Barks]
Virginia Doggz motherfucker
Virginia Doggz
Cincinnati Doggz
Chicago Doggz

[Verse 2]
What kind of nigga
Will steal your car at night as soon as you turn off the light?
Pop that steering wheel, hit the club like a quarter till
Wait till a victim get caught in the heist
What kind of nigga
Will fuck your girl gorilla style ass in the air?
When I cum she cum, when she sleep I'm in the safe
Where boyfriend stashed the cake then I'm out of here
I know you not prepared
Doc pop the flares
For the niggas under the stairs
We true Doggz

[Chorus]

[Redman (over samples)]
Yeah [Barks]
Jersey Doggz
Where my California Doggz

[Verse 3]
What kind of nigga will do a bid
And come home doing the same thing again
That kind of nigga
That'll search for that bitch ass nigga who ratted him in
What kind of nigga
Keep his mind on his money, music, not bitches at all (We don't love
them hoes)
That kind of nigga
That don't care about your ice or VIP you getting robbed
So take it off
Right now
Pack my Doggz
Fuck who I'm assaulting
Now we true Doggz

[Chorus]

[Redman (over samples)]
Yeah [Barks]
Canada Doggz nigga
Yeah
Baltimore Doggz
Yeah
North Carolina Doggz
Yeah

[barking - DMX sample (till fade)]

[Redman (over samples)]
Alabama Doggz
Dirty
Brick City
Jerz, Jerz
Yeah
Can't forget them Ohio Doggz out there

[Singers]
W-K-Y-A

 

[fox69]

"Dopeman"
(feat. StresMatic)

"Dopeman"
(feat. StresMatic)



[StresMatic:]
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said

[Redman:]
I said "Dopeman Dopeman" that's who I am
I got lyrics by the pounds and I sell 'em for grams
I don't sell crack or sell coke bitch I'm a star
The lyrics I sell is dope 10 thousand a bar
You can wrap me in saran make sure that I'm fresh
Put a stamp on your product right there on my chest
My transporter KRS-One let's chop it up
Cause this product killer nigga get you a tux
I got crack baby rap fans after the drug
The more they buy chi-ching the bigger my check stub
Call me Mr. Pusherman it's dope in your ears
More money I can cut it get DJ Premier
You can fly me overseas and the dogs won't smell
London and Paris (oooow) - "you got mail"!
I'm the American Gangster I carry the weight
And when the Feds watching homie I put more on the plate
Let's Go!

[StresMatic:]
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said

[Redman:]
It's like every hood waiting for my music to buy
And when I'm done ears ringing like package arrived!
Women strung out they copping 2 for 5
They get a half a metaphor and a piece of a punchline!
Now I'm off to Canada I'm high in demand
My passport not working - try it again!
I got drug dealers waiting like 5 in a van
They unloading my shit getting high from their hands
It's the raw, uncut Eddie Delirious
The underground recognize, In Red We Trust
Even your neighborhood saying "Red you're tough"
Little kids idolizein' when I pull up!
You can call a hot-line Reggie ready for work
1-800-FuckWitANigga; this New Jerz
I'll take your credit, debit or Amex card
To cop the gold chain nigga and fancy car!

[StresMatic:]
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said
Hey mister Dopeman you're a star
I like your gold chain and your fancy car, I said

 

[fox69]

"Down South Funk"
(feat. Def Squad)

"Down South Funk"
(feat. Def Squad)



[Redman]
All the way to motherfuckin Georgia
To Tennessee
To motherfuckin Texas
To North motherfuckin Carolina
Yeah, South fuckin Carolina
Yeah, deep down, gritty Alabama
Funk for your funkin ass, nigga
Ha ha, barefoot walkin motherfuckers

[Erick Sermon]
Yo, guess who's bout to stomp tonight?
Three seniors, rockin the mic, catchin misdemeanors
So charge us with what-what-ever you feel
Balls of Steel, clappin those with rap deals
Fuck hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ
battle bout, airing your ass out
So who's dropping shit on what day? My click's the greatest
Chill, or feel the effect of hi-atus
Shit shuts down when the Squad's around
It gets Thinner, it's hexed like white man from town
Three the hard way can't be touched
My style's too faraway, to capture, even with help from NASA
I'm what they call, a living legend, sha-POW
That's what they call, a Mac-11, sha-POW
There's two on the way down, BLAOW BLAOW
Here's two more, BLAOW BLAOW nigga!

[Keith Murray]
Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)
Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)
Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)
(Hah hah..) (Man listen)

[Redman]
Yo-yo-yo yo, yo yo!
I got the Down South Funk when I clown out punk-ass
police wanna call dogs and sound off pumps
I short your Blaupunkts if you thump my tape
Yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff than Riker's Isle bunks
Get out your seat, E, spit out the beat
The tracks plow underground concrete out the streets
From baldies to fades, when I rock MC's wave
more flags than Puerto Rican Day parade
and give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkin
barefooted off my rhyme don't dare cook it
You might fall in to intervene
And New Jacks and they girl become Pookie and that, PROM QUEEN
That bodybag won't fit you tonight
You wanna blow up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe
Hand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fight
Take my tapes way Down South and triple the price
Step up on the scene like whazzup? Hey sugah
Before you cock-tease Doc, how that cash put up?
And only way I stop til your click say when
They had enough, cause I could bump to six A.M.

[Keith Murray]
Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)
Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)
Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)
(Yo, yo-yo) (Man listen)

My life is a rap, each song is a flashback
of antagonizing anxiety attacks
The beat hits the ground and the earth cracks
Niggaz be like, "OH NO NOT THEM!" Yeah we back
With rhythmatic articulation, God-forsaken
sick manifestations, PUMP PUMP in your face then
the lyrical force that I put in a rhyme
will hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme
No matter who what when where how I'll lay you down
with a sick illed out fictitious style
Yo, we all represent the hood - the only difference
between us is that we make the shit look good!
Programmable annual slammable
You Lyte as a Rock and I Cram to Understand You
So for niggaz on a mission kissin ass and dissin
We get even like an ambixdeterous, man listen

Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)
Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)
Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)
(Man listen)

Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)
Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)
Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)
(Man listen)

 

[fox69]

"Down Wit Us"

"Down Wit Us"


Ha ha, yo, yo
My man Keith Murray, is down wit us
My nigga Erick Sermon, is down wit us
My man Lil' Jamal, is down wit us
My Def Squad click, is down wit us
The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit us yo
My L.O.D. click, is down wit us
We're number one!
Ha ha ha, ha ha, yo yo, yo well yo

It's the Red Moolie, yellin for the villain in the movie
I'm like Kentucky, I pack a biscuit and a two-piece
Ya nod thorough, blows like the tri-borough
I die thorough with a metal on my chest sayin Def
Check out the rhythm that I cook up
You too scared to look up, you're merkin
I Set it Off like La in that big-ass Suburban [errrr]
Bumrush your villa then I'm closin all the curtains, LIGHTS OUT
Who's next to get stomped? I smash hardcore from Jerz
to the South South Bronx, the bizarre rap non-superstar
of course, my Actions Affirmative like Nas Escobar
Flip a quarter, heads or tails you're gettin slaughtered
I blow the S-L boy out of order
My mental disorder is pure water
I hit your wifey doggystyle in the Land
while the CD program's on 'Whatever Man'

My peoples up in Jersey, is down wit us, uhh
My peoples locked down, down wit us, uhh
My peoples in New York, is down wit us
The housing projects, is down wit us
My people who be hustlin is down wit us
Cause makin funky music is a must
I'm number one!
Ha haa! Check it check check check here we go huh huh

Aiyyo, throw yo' hands up in the motherfuckin air
And wave em, until y'all cash flows hit the pavement
Fuck the B-X, I roll on fours like G-S
Signed truly yours, Funk Doctor Spock, P.S.
Rumble in the Jungle, I bumped into Fugees
on the humble, on the one-deuce, my bundles
be raw diggy, surprise you like you saw titties
on that, milk chick, watch me damage your acoustics
The Muddy Waters be blowin your tape recorders
Pull out the four niggaz steppin like they on a Nord(ic)
Track, cool out black got no time for scratch
You wanna battle, here's a lyric with a bomb attached [pssst]
These your peoples, you better call em back before I beat through
his windpipe, with the cordless mic and the cerebral
HAHH, look up in the motharfuckin sky, it's a
widow, pushin a fifteen zero zero
With tinted windows, so it's hard to look through
Chickenhead shotgun, pumpin Erykah Badu
Don't snooze, you'll be like damn is it the shoes?
The way I maneuv I could slip a uz in school
I been a raw dog since I brought me an eighth
And Can't Nobody Hold Me Down like I'm Puffy and Mase

Ha hah, ha ha ha! Ha ha, aiyyo, aiyyo
Fox Boogie Brown, is down wit us
My nigga Meth-Tical, is down wit us
Yo, Thuggish Ruggish Flesh, is down wit us, yo
Yo, my homie Richie Rich, is down wit us, yo
That nigga LL Cool, is down wit us, yo
My dog Warren G, is down wit us
We're number one!
Ha hah, ha hah, ya-ha-ha, yo yo

Trigger the Gambler, down wit us, yo
My peeps West coast, is down wit us, yo
My peeps who pack toast, is down wit us yo
Atlanta, G-A, is down wit us yo
My peeps in Virginia, is down wit us yo
North Carolina, is down wit us yo
My peeps in D.C., is down wit us yo
My peeps in...

 

[fox69]

"Dr. Trevis"

"Dr. Trevis"


(Press rewind if I haven't blown your mind)

[Dr. Trevis]
OK Redman, on the count of three I want you to
completely forget how you did the first album
Erase data number four exhibit C-Y protanium
Now... what I want you to do is concentrate
Concentrate on how you will do the second album
No funk element too nucleus to the ninth power
Exhibit four-L-W
Now... when I count to three
I want you to fall into a deep mind of emotion
But before you do Redman, I want you to
Light this shit up high!

[Redman]
[somebody whimpers]
Tired of burning, ahhhh!
[whispered] Kill that motherfucker
Yeah, help me get out of here
[whispered voice cackles] Die nigga die!
I don't wanna die
[whispered voice] Die! Hehehehehe

[Dr. Trevis]
I want you to concentrate very hard on how you will do the second album
I want you to take the funk where it has never gone
I want you to take this LP to where no other LP has risen
You son of a bitch!!
Dr. Trevis signing off

[Redman][beginning of Bobyahed2dis music]
Ahhhhhh...
You are now about to enter the psychotic mind of Redman
Let's take a journey on a funk cosmic adventure
to where no other nigga or bitch has ever entered
Let me lick your funky emotions with my cosmic lyrics
From a place we call hell, and beyond...

 

[fox69]

"Dr. Trevis (Intro)"
(feat. Josh Gannet)

"Dr. Trevis (Intro)"
(feat. Josh Gannet)



Hahaha, I waited a long time for this moment to come
Hey piece of shit, pass me the scalpel
Yes, master
It's almost done, check his vitals
I said, Piece of Shit, check his vitals
Yes, master
The vitals are dead, sir (Aww)
Oh wait, he's got a pulse (Yes)
I think you have to give him mouth to mouth, sir
Shit, that nigga'd died if I have to give him mouth to mouth
There's only one thing for us to do, Piece of Shit
We gonna have to hit this motherfucker with everything we got
Everything, master?
Yes
But that could kill him
I know but fuck it
On the count of nine, you ready?
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9

 

[fox69]

"Dr. Trevis (Signs Off)"

"Dr. Trevis (Signs Off)"


Yo [echoes]
[weird hearbeat like sounds]
(I can hear myself...) [echoes]
[maniacal laughter]
[bell rings, slowly, then faster, then slows again]

On the behalf of the knotty-headed nigga
and the Def Squad force
We'd like to thank you for purchasin the new Redman tape
And hope you show the same love for us next go 'round

[bell rings]
[short, phat beat is looped]
[static]

 

[fox69]

"Enjoy Da Ride"
(feat. Method Man, Saukrates, Streetlife)

"Enjoy Da Ride"
(feat. Method Man, Saukrates, Streetlife)



[Streetlife]
Yo, I know the streets is watchin'
Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or glockin'
Waitin' for my down four street got options
Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin'
All emcee's falled when I heard the albums droppin'
Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction
Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin'
I produce joints that loosen up the socket
Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit
Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it
Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it
This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You)
Who the ultimate? (Wu)
Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap shit
Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick
I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits
And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture

[Redman]
Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front
So hard the airbags use nasal pumps
Jump out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up)
I stomp holes if the ground aint paved enough
Inform the former the first step was a warm-up
The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was
Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up
Shots'll tear Sean John and Phat Farm up
I never gotta Soul Train award
Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all
Never, trick a bitch car payment off
Im a orangatang when the chain is off
Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie Glass
When im in your hood nigga throw me bags

[Method Man]
Lets trick the night fantastic
Im flexable, they used to call me plastic
These big butt bitches get they ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids
Couldn't live where we live
I can't be defeated like nobody used to wizz
Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man
Meth rock a mic without a kickstand
Two blunts, and razors in his wristband
Slap you and your bitch man
Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man
When it's goin' down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston
And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant
For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin'
As hard as my erection, kid learn your lesson
Cuz what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session?

[Saukrates]
Let a nigga get into it
Lubricate y'all veins with your "Do-It" fluid
I Einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove it
Cross with the mac, in fact my games are truest
Now im on the highway, doing it my way
With Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday
Performin' like the weather was warm
And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms
And keep the ghetto, pop your metal
Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow
The addiction, aint no friction
I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription
With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes
And burn the arch, like a iron to your face
These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear
Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button