Intro] *inhales, starts coughing* Yo, this is for motherfuckers, that talk that sellout shit
[Hook] "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!"
[Verse 1] "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!"
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[Verse 2] 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!"