*inhales starts coughing*
Yo this is for motherfuckers that talk that sellout shit
andquot;i just want to jam for youandquot; (repeat 2x)
andquot;ev everybody get up!andquot;
andquot;i just want to jam for youandquot; (repeat 2x)
andquot;get on up!andquot;
andquot;get down get down on down..andquot; like james brown plus i get down
But for now i andquot;get on up!andquot; rhythm and funk
Makes you hump like technotronic iand'll make the jam pump
Strong to the finish when i freak the fly gimmick like
andquot;du-na-da-du-duh!andquot; without eating my damn spinach
Cause when iand'm on a roll, thatand's when redman start
andquot;to chill...andquot; round off backflip cartwheel
andquot;ahhhhhh, you guessed it!andquot; i know
When my afro grow that mean more rhymes to flow
But i continue, on the menu, and send you
On a jam that earthquakes the whole damn venue
Itand's like this, itand's like that, i wonand't slack
I pack more steel than the cops pack blackjacks
Word is bond, the quiet storm broke your arm
When i sound off from here all the way to hong kong
Drop pound for pound to throwdown and strut
Yo e whatand's that funk mode? andquot;get on up!andquot;
andquot;i just want to jam for youandquot; (repeat 2x)
andquot;ev-everybody get up!andquot;
andquot;i just want to jam for youandquot; (repeat 2x)
andquot;get on up!andquot;
Check this out here, let the rough cut cut your ear
Hit squadand's the crew iand'm twenty-two and beckand's the beer
Float like muhammad, roll-on like secret
Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip
Til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble
I sting like a bu-bee while the others bum-bumble
Don-dan-dan, do-do-dan-ding
Extremely wild, like the hair on don king
Cause i kick the mode to make your brain explode
Itand's the huh, the funk, now iand'm known around the globe
So buckle up, hush up, while i freak the funk to get down
With the sound, grab my bozack then i freeze now...
... on your mark, get ready, get set, letand's go
With the flow to jet like delta, or jesse o.
Whiz with the bends i clean my front lens
With a system, that knocks harder than rin-tin-tin
Without question, iand'm flexy when iand'm sexin
Wicked when i kick it like a tribe called quest-in
The rude redman rip backbones and hips to bits
Then split ya from your wrist to your armpits
But true indeed, since popand's dropped the seed
I knew iand'd be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds
Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket
Thatand's dum dum dollars, and yes redman love it
Pound for pound, i throw down to make ya strut
Yo e whatand's that funk mode? andquot;get on up!andquot;
andquot;i just want to jam for youandquot; (repeat 2x)
andquot;ev-everybody get up!andquot;
andquot;i just want to jam for youandquot; (repeat 2x)
