inhales starts coughing*

Yo this is for motherfuckers that talk that sellout shit



"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)

"Ev everybody get up!"

"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)

"Get on up!"



"Get down get down on down.." like James Brown plus I get down

but for now I "Get on up!" rhythm and funk

makes you hump like Technotronic I'll make the Jam Pump

Strong to the finish when I freak the fly gimmick like

"Du-na-da-du-duh!" without eating my damn spinach

Cause when I'm on a roll, that's when Redman start

"to chill..." round off backflip cartwheel

"Ahhhhhh, you guessed it!" 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

It's like this, it's like that, I won'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 what's that funk mode? "Get on up!"



"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)

"Ev-everybody get up!"

"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)

"Get on up!"



Check this out here, let the rough cut cut your ear

Hit Squad's the crew I'm twenty-two and Beck'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

It's the HUH, the funk, now I'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, let'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, I'm flexy when I'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 pop's dropped the seed

I knew I'd be, the funkiest brother that ever bleeds

Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket

That's dum dum dollars, and yes Redman love it

Pound for pound, I throw down to make ya strut

Yo E what's that funk mode? "Get on up!"



"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X)

"Ev-everybody get up!"

"I just want to jam for you" (repeat 2X