LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!)

In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher

P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough

That I can chew a whole bag of rocks

Chew an Avenue chew an off street and off block

Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist

Cause Reggie Noble's pissed

I crush your whole brain frame

Cause you couldn't maintain the funk

That have your rap style for lunch chump

Cause 92 I take a whole crew

Give them a punch of the funk, knock all of their gold tooth loose

(POO POW)

To show you what type of stuff I'm on

You can't puff or sniff it

Because I was born with it

The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap level of 10

Then 1, 2, 3 You're pinned

I get action, so everybody jump wit your rump

If you like the way it sounds punk,

Pump it in your back trunk

And let loose with the juice when I do rock

I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice then Tupac

(STRAIGHT OUTTA JERSEY)



You heard me, my brother

Im laughin,

TIME 4 SUM ACTION



Lights, camera, cock back the hammer

(EXPLOSION!)

Straight from the land of the lost

I'ma hit you with the funk force

That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile

Brotha

Then strike a pose like Madonna

My mom's kicked me out because I did what I want to

The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of funk

Then you saw caps cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps

So color me bad, plus color me black

For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track

(THE FUNKY FLY STUFF)

Come on and let me kick

(THE FUNKY FLY STUFF)

Just to show you where the HELL I COME FROM

I get dumb with the 1, 1-2

Check my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex

(like this)

Make you twist to the list

Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff

And all that, the hi hat, go buy that,

Listen, look, OOPS, brother where your eyes at?

There on the floor, pick em up

While I pour a lil funk down your brain punk

Listen to my name chump

(REDMAN READY TO ROCK)

I got a glock

THEN, POW!, your body is all over the block

Tryin to step to ths, the Exorcist, kick it

I git mad wicked when the twin cocks the buscuit

And blow your head off, just for askin

"Who's the one rappin?"

(POO POW)

TIME FOR SUM ACTION



*spoken*

Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid

Yeah, know what Im sayin

We not goin for the Okee Doke, believe that

Hit Squad is defineteliy in the house

(IN THE HOUSE)

For the brothers who dont be knowin what's up

Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava....



AAAAH...

back to the funk track, like Black Sheep

My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?"

"Where's the Redman?"

I kill, I smother, I get down with the...



(YO, YO, YO! CHIIL, G. CHILL La. It's over man.

You ain't gotta say no more, it's over